His body. He can feel the shape of his body as it moves under the wave of sheets that covers them in the dark. The soft sound of his breathing as he exhales makes the greened eyed boy bite his lip from the knots his stomach forms. An arm. His arm reaches out and lays across the loveless jews chest. He imagines the sound of his best friends voice in the dark mouthing the words he had longed to hear. But, those words never vibrated the air. They never existed. The arm retreated back under his black hair and Kyle rolled to his side, suppressing any feeling that might exist in the center of his heart.