Moving his hands through Nik’s hair, Elias felt very much like he was consoling a child. He stood with the other, following him up and feeling the weakness in the other’s hand.
“Okay. I’ll sing with you. How does that sound?”
“It sounds great. What do you know? I can figure it out if it’s something I’ve heard; just gimme a name - or a tune, or whatever you think of,” he said, starting up the steps. There was a certain unsteadiness to his gait that he hadn’t felt in a long time, and he wished to grip the railing, but his free hand was his broken one.

















