Artie and Sam lay on Artie's bed. Their parents had sent them in their so that they could talk. Both boys were silent, facing each other. Sam moved onto his back. Artie pulling him into his arms. Sam's back pressed to Artie's chest. He felt Artie's hands gently rub his belly. His hands found Artie's covering them. He listened as he heard the door open.
"Listen boys, we can tell you're rather comfortable. So just listen. The Evans' and we have decided that Sam, if you want to, will come live with us."
"We assure you son, we're not kicking you out. It's just that we would think you want to be close to Artie. His house is specially fitted for his... condition."
Silence engulfed them. "Is that okay with you boys?"
Artie turned his hands so they were clasped into Sam's he squeezed tight. "Yeah, that's fine."
Their parents laughed and the two boys faced each other. "Can we do this Artie?" Artie pressed his forehead. "We will do this." That night the two boys fell asleep in each other's arms.