A short stocky kid and his much larger friend.
They don’t talk much about the year they spent apart, not even after years and years have past. The most they talk about it is after they’ve fallen asleep together for the first time in a year, and when they wake up, Seamus is just sleepy enough to ask, “What did you do while you were away?”
Dean’s face goes shuttered and still. “Survived.”
Seamus has to look away. “Yeah. Me too.”