"Like you're not." He slows, stops, looking out over the water. Until now, here with Neil pressing against him, this didn't feel real. Not like it does now. He releases Neil's hand, curls an arm around his shoulders again and pulls him closer.

"This is where I decided to come home," he says quietly. "Not, like, right here. Across the way there." He gestures to the lights of the farmhouse a little way across the water. "Didn't know it was home, then. I just knew I had to go back."