“…cos he won’t see me and he’ll think I’m gone,” Terence finally finished, the bedsheet twisting in his bloodless fingers. He didn’t look up.
A long pause. Peter reached for the hand (god, cold). “All right.”
“Yeah, well, you owe me.”
They both grinned. Peter made it home before he started sobbing.
Percy and Anthony were in the garden when the phone rang. Peter and Olivier were still in bed (Saturday, not yet noon). Igor got Rookwood out of a Wizengamot conference.
Catherine maintained he did it on purpose to spoil the whole weekend. Nadia just cried.