C7 Burning for Both of Them

November was dark already, falling into early evening when the shadows lengthened suddenly, reaching across the wooden floorboards to absorb little golden sparks crackling over the hearth. Eli was seated cross-legged on the rug with a blanket slung over his shoulders, staring into the flames as if they might answer the ache he had yet to put in words.

He heard Amon's footsteps before he saw him