Nothing Less Than 7 Inches.

I Told You He'd Freak Out, She Siad. Didn't I? Ah, The I Told You So, Jace Said. Always A Classy Move

He Closed His Eyes. “i’m So Tired, Tess,” He Said. “i Only Wanted Pleasant Dreams For Once.” “that Is Not The Way To Get Them, Will,” She Said Softly. “you Cannot Buy Or Drug Or Dream Your Way Out Of Pain.

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?

In Some Ways, We've Been Through Something No One Else Can Ever Understand But The Two Of Us... And It Made Me Realize. We Are Always And Absolutely Better Together.

For As Is Often The Happenstance With That Which Is Precious And Lost, When You Find Him Again, He May Well Not Be Quite As You Left Him.