Hit things. He could hit things. Wear himself out till his arms shook and his lungs heaved. Yeah, yeah that wouldn't be so bad. Kaden nodded, but he didn't say anything else, opening and closing his fists in practice. Tragos had taught him how to make a fist that wouldn't break, how to land a punch that would hurt, he could hear his voice now, feel him turning Kaden's wrist a fraction to correct him.
He missed him so much it was hard to breathe.
"Are you mad at him," he asked the carpet, asked his knuckles, asked anyone but Marcie. "For lying?"