Everrett laughed softly, his breath puffing against Ky's neck. "I hope so," he whispered quietly, fingers clutching against the other boy's shirt. And he hoped that, wherever Ara was, she would be too. Though he knew that if she wasn't, he would feel it. It'd had always been that way.
She's fine, he told himself, remembering how much stronger she was than him. She always had been.
"This is... odd," he murmured after a moment of almost-awkward silence, though he didn't let go of the other boy.