A little sigh, almost like relief, shivers through Kaz when Rat tells him that. Carefully, he shifts his hand, their fingers threading, sliding together. He nods.
"I'm sick," he says, quietly. "Of being on my own in the dark."
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A little sigh, almost like relief, shivers through Kaz when Rat tells him that. Carefully, he shifts his hand, their fingers threading, sliding together. He nods.
"I'm sick," he says, quietly. "Of being on my own in the dark."