"I'm not sure he understands the difference between restraint and suppression of feelings. I'm not sure I do, either," he admits. Not in any way that makes sense. He knows Luke, and that's always been enough. Love without jealousy, without fear of loss. The capacity to kill, but without hate.

It's something he's glimpsed, moments that linger in his memory with the weight of utmost significance, but that doesn't mean he understands any of it. He's the lucky one, in that he doesn't have to.