A few things had changed, of course. There's no helping that. They're older now than the first time they pressed their foreheads together and realized it made sense, the first time Edgar clapped Andrew on the shoulder and they figured out exactly where arms fit around each other's bodies.

But death hasn't changed them from the place they left off.

"You never used to speak in anything but paragraphs." A light wink with that. "Who's a good influence on who now, nn?"