Clear as stars, that emotions. Overflowing like light, transparent as glass. He’d thought the word love already once. He’d been afraid of seeing it properly, then.
He saw it now. Simple and simply defined as Jason’s shoulders, Jason’s grin, standing there with him in a broom-polished stairwell.
The keen jewel-hued truth of it stole all his words away, and left him silent.
“So,” Jason said, “if you want a distraction, should we run through the second bit? If we’ve got time?”
“Oh…yes…we can do that.” He straightened shoulders. Fished Will’s lines out of the reflective river. Couldn’t repress a little bounce on tiptoes, just because, glancing over at Jason. “Here, I’ll start…So it is true, what they say about sailors, isn’t it?”
“Is it?” Jason smirked down at him. “And what do they say?
