I tell Baz about the Six White Hares— or at least about the four I've found. Somewhere between the third and the fourth Hare, he takes my hand. And I let him.
Sometimes, you hold someone's hand just to remind yourself that you haven't disappeared. To remind yourself that you still exist. That there are still things to hold on to.
Sometimes, you hold someone's hand because it's the only thing that feels good in a world full of hurt.
Baz's hands are soft. And he smells like something beautiful.
"Let me help you," he whispers. I shake my head.
"The letter said—"
"To hell with the letter," he cuts me off, squeezing my hand. "It's just words on paper. Snow... let me help you."
I swallow, staring at him. Staring in his direction in the dark. Why not? Why shouldn't I let him help me? If he got hurt on the quest, it wouldn't matter— not like it would matter if Penny helped and got hurt.
Except... no. It would. Matter. It really would.
But he wants to help. And I've been alone and helpless for so many weeks.
"Okay," I murmur. "Okay, Baz."
Baz's hands are warm. And I'm so, so tired.
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Something New
ספרות חובביםIt's sixth year, and Simon can't sleep. The Mage has been ignoring him, he failed an assignment, and he can't, for the life of them, find the last of the Six White Hares. Surprisingly, it is Baz-- his insufferable roommate (who is probably a vampire...
