Alvin folds his hands in his lap, shrugging one shoulder. “Ever since we were very little –“
“Since we can remember, I guess,” Ian picks up, miming his brother’s action.
“We’ve always been able to see the magic. To notice it, when others don’t,” Alvin finishes. Both boys look apologetically Victor and I, then, as if they’ve been keeping a big secret and are sorry for it.
“But what is it?” Victor presses.
“It’s just…extra stuff, I guess,” Ian says, frowning, trying not to be vague but failing. I sit back and try to be patient, to let them work through it. “Like, it is the thing that is between Alvin and me. The thing that makes us able to talk to each other. The thing that makes us able to do…extra stuff.”
I frown at this, confused. What kind of extra stuff?
“When we were little,” Al
