[Thanks Fai, you're like the mommy he never had. Yael's intrinsic response is to stiffen, every muscle gone tight. Sucking down a breath, long and slow, he exhales that tension just as slowly.

Inch by inch, he relaxes into Fai's touch. It's not easy. Never has been, acclimating to Fai's touch all the more difficult when his fiancé would hold him just like this. He hopes the prickling in his eyes subsides before Fai moves away. Prays it does.]

Somewhere around ten. I don't really know. When times got tough in the city, a guerilla group was formed under the guise of training up kids for future combat scenarios when they came of age. That didn't happen.