Kell is leaning in and Holland has to force his calm again. But it is more difficult than usual. Perhaps it’s because Kell is different. Like him. Different but like him.

The green of his eye shines brighter before clouding over with something else; something sad, something reaching for something else.

“You are a fool,” he murmurs lowly, his gaze sliding down briefly to Kells mouth and back up, “you should make me go.”