Minoru’s mind is like a wide open door, complete with a welcome mat, shoe rack and a pair of house slippers waiting for you on the other side. The moment Tommy touched him, the calm presence completely overshadowed everything else. It was like Aletayria’s in that respect, the way her gentle serenity took away the migraine Ziggy had caused.

The crying stopped. Minoru was very quiet, passively sinking into that connection, feeling it, embracing it like a warm hug.

Isamu asked warily, “...what are you doing?”