Later, Ephemera thinks he'll wonder about this. How easily it happened. How after waking up from a nightmare, the first thing he could think of was checking on Drake. Making sure he was still breathing. And then, upon finding it true, just--
They're holding hands. Of all the things in the whole damn universe, they're holding hands. Drake has his arm over Ephemera's shoulder, doesn't protest how Ephemera is leaning against him, and their hands are tangled together. Just--holding.
Breathing.
Ephemera inhales. Holds it. Lets it go.
"These dreams--I had one. A different one. I think Washington was there."
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They're holding hands. Of all the things in the whole damn universe, they're holding hands. Drake has his arm over Ephemera's shoulder, doesn't protest how Ephemera is leaning against him, and their hands are tangled together. Just--holding.
Breathing.
Ephemera inhales. Holds it. Lets it go.
"These dreams--I had one. A different one. I think Washington was there."