Mason
I noticed it happening between me and Becky before I fully let myself name it, small shifts that had been accumulating for weeks, the easy jokes turning into something with more weight underneath them, the way her laughter at my ridiculous antics had started landing differently in my chest than it used to.
It became undeniable the afternoon I taught her a proper wrestling move, something simple, mostly for fun, showing her how to break free from a basic hold in case she ever needed it, back when Micah had napped off after a rough treatment session and we'd had a rare hour of quiet to fill with something other than worry.
"Okay, so you grab my wrist like this," I said, positioning her hands against my forearm, "and you twist toward the thumb, that's always the weak point in anybody
