The thrash of hostile air against his cheeks flayed away at the tiredness that burrowed into the depths of his bones, flooding him with a newfound sense of alertness, and an excuse to cuddle even further into his birdie's side-- not that he could get much closer, and not that he needed an excuse. Their bodies entwined, the big guy's heavy arm draped along his shoulder, tugging him against him, and their feet moved in clumsy synchronisation, slapping against the damp asphalt.

Tender skies and trickles of light guided them on a grim path, and although both twins' cars were available, Angel, who'd stormed off a few feet ahead, made...