mwestbelle

It's too much for both of them, spent from the change in the sickbed, their subsequent release at the tailor's and the feeding. It's more sensation than either have ever felt in their lives, and after they both come, they curl in around each other in the bed, arms and legs entwined, sharing the precious little warmth they have. Not sleeping--they don't seem to need it any longer--but still and quiet.

The sun returns quickly, and Mikey scowls when it touches his back. It doesn't burn, exactly, but it makes the space behind his eyes ache. He grumbles, but rises, because today they leave. The world lies out there, and he and his brother will finally see it.