He almost made the mistake of saying the wrong name again. Kevan. He had become so used to it, so used to it being Jeremiah and Kevan that even now, it was hard to put the right names to faces, including his own.
He didn’t think he’d ever be able to completely shake away his human life. He couldn’t forget his family, couldn’t forget his parents, who had told him to never come home again, that he was no longer welcome. He was still angry with them. On the other end of the spectrum, he still loved his brothers and sisters, still got sad when he thought about the dog he’d had as a child. How Jeremiah and Apollo were going to mix, he wasn’t sure.