It was those little touches between them, liking how easily they came together. His fingers brushed against Isaac's cheek, loving the smoothness of his skin, the sharp lines of the boy's face.

"Yeah well, trees can be evil. Didn't you ever watch the Wizard of Oz?"

He smirked though, shrugging. "They were in the fridge and figured I could use one, and maybe you could too. Promise, I'm not drinking myself into a stupor. Not yet." Not like he had been that day he'd talked to Isaac about the truth. Not like that.