Belonging
Beckett had been sitting out on the swing seat in the backyard for a while, but he hadn't realised how late it had got until Holly joined him out there.
"So, how are you liking it here?" she asks quietly. The lawn doesn't look so yellow in the purple of evening, but he knows it is.
"I love Annalise, and her family are good people, but this isn't home, and they're not my family. I don't belong here, even though she does and I belong with her."
She looks up at him, suddenly inhuman in the summer twilight. "I know."