Sundays were scheduled for Noah to leave school and come down to Detroit to be with his brother, but he hated how room 402 on the fourth floor of DMC was becoming too familiar to him, like something permanent. He slowed as he reached the door and for a second, he just stood there, hand hovering near the handle before he pushed it open. Eli was standing by the window, the last afternoon sun spilling through the glass caught on his shoulders and outlined him in a way that made him look smaller than Noah remembered, but stronger than the last time he’d seen him lying in that bed and that eased something in his chest.
“Hey,” he said. Eli turned immediately and his face lit up, bright and unguarded in a way that caught Noah unexpectedly.
“Noah!”
He crossed the room faster than he probably sh
