With a frown, Jamie slipped his arms around Theodore's waist and pulled the other boy firmly against his body. He held tight, his palms flattened over the expanse of Theodore's back, fingers splayed to cover as much distance as possible. A million things ran through his head: I don't know how. Is it a real curse, or imagined? What if I can't? But he didn't say any of that. "Okay," was what came out. "You're...it's worth a try." Or ten. Or a hundred.