“What if I don’t want you to wear anything?” Neal says teasingly. He falls in beside Malcolm, enjoying the air, the sounds of the forest. He’s a little out of breath by the time they reach the resort building—he hasn’t put as much focus as he should on recouping the stamina he lost in Mathias. He’ll start work on that while they’re here.

“Nothing too heavy,” he says, catching Malcolm’s hand in his own. “I might stick to fruit and yogurt myself.”