They so rarely touched each other back in Meridian or on the road. Usually only if a brother got injured, if a sister had bad dreams. Only ever when a wound was bared, Carver realizes, or if they were sparring. If they were being tested.

He never thought of it that way before. He's not sure he wants to think of it that way now.

"Now I gotta," he murmurs, closing his eyes. Their foreheads pressed together. "Shit. At this rate I'll have to make brownies, too."