We decied not to hover. But I wanted to hover. I wanted to be convined that spilling my guts out to my brother was a bad idea, because it was a bad idea. It's never a good idea to bomard people. I knew this. I lived through this but I still wanted to tell him everything I had seen and felt. I just wanted him to embrace this life fully completely.
Caleb and I were lying on our bed soaking wet from our shower. We both had fluffy poodle towels drapped over our bodies. We stayed so long that the wet sheets dried beneath us. I pulled off the towel and lied in fetal position just looking at him. Caleb drapped his towel over both of us like a blanket. I hopped we could stay this way forever.