Will's house was quieter this time.

No parents, no staff moving around in the background. Just the low hum of the air conditioning and the sound of Eli's sneakers on the marble floor as Will led him inside.

"You eaten?" Will asked, heading to the kitchen.

"I'm fine."

"That's not what I asked."

Eli looked at the back of his head. "No."

Will opened the fridge, pulled out leftovers, put them in the microwave without asking what Eli wanted. Eli sat on the kitchen counter and watched him move around the space like he owned it — which he did, technically — and thought about how different this was from...