Hudson wrapped Kit up and just… just breathed. Kit was there
and he was fine. Maybe if he repeated that a few million times his brain would
get the massage.
A few seconds later Connie plowed into them. They both held on
desperately to Kit, and their hearts beat in rhythm, something Hudson had never
noticed before now. It was glorious, and steadying, and for the briefest of
moments, they were one.
“Are you okay?” Connie murmured into Kit’s hair.
