He wraps his arms around her, his eyes filled with something raw and shattered.

"I miss them," he whispers. "I miss Jason who would wrap around me and make me feel safe. I miss Asher who would hold me close and make me feel cherished."

But wrapping around Liz, her scent and warmth and closeness, makes him feel as if he belongs, he is not alone, he is loved. He drinks that up, pressing close, eyes closing as his vision swims.

"You won't go away?"