It made Tracer smile, and he reached to squeeze his brother's hand and feel that shock of connection in skin again, but then he let him go to turn and head away from the stairs that would take him to the cold apartment that he and his brothers filled up with love.
The stairs down to the cellar were through the kitchen. He took them two at a time in the dark, unworried. He was sure that it had once been a wine cellar, it was cool enough for it, closed enough for it, but the first thing he'd done when he could was dig up the concrete and bring in fresh dirt and humidifiers, old wood and mulch. Now mushrooms sprang up around the cold walls.