"You and Turner were practically feral," Carver drawls, praying that just talking about it isn't enough to get Bossie upset. Turner's death is still raw for Carver, on top of all the others, but those two were practically attached at the hip.

He huffs a little, giving Bossie a small smile. Hopeful, despite it all. "Okay. Deal. I...haven't been sleeping well lately."