The second, filling wave of it is even more than the first, and Neil thinks he can feel it leaking out of him a little bit. They float, together, in the glow of it and Neil winds his arms around Caleb all over again as they slowly start to come down from the haze of all of it.

He finds himself picking at it, the ways that Caleb had so willingly wanted all that. But it's not important. At least, it's not important right now.