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later, the lynx proved him right by stepping up beside him. “I like algebra best. I study it, but it’s hard to get the right education when I have no access to more books. Mom got these for me at a library sale years ago, before we moved up here. So my knowledge is patchy at best.”
“You’d like to study at university.”
Hope flared briefly on his rawboned face. “Do you think I could somehow?”
“Not immediately.” Trey shut the book as Jonah’s face fell. “But I’m going to work on it. There are correspondence courses, things like that.”
Jonah bit his lip. “I have no money for it. The money I have I need for my yearly supplies. And I have no ID, either. My mother didn’t register my birth certificate and social insurance number. She wanted to keep me off-record for my safety.”
“I can see why she’d be careful. But like I said, I’ll work on it. I can’t make any promises though.”
“I understand,” Jonah said in that quick way of his, like he was trying not to expect too much.
“At least I’ll get you some more books.”
Jonah gazed at him, somewhere between amazed and admiring, and Trey had this terrible desire to reach an arm around the young man’s neck and pull him close.
No .
“Thank you.” Jonah’s voice trembled with emotion and they stared at each other for longer than they should before Trey snapped his gaze away and took out another book, asked which type of math it was about.
Jonah was eager to talk, the dam of silence that had made up his last three years was gone with Trey there to listen and the young man had a lot to say. He opened up, explaining his entire library, both fact and fiction, and Trey paid close attention throughout the day to all Jonah wanted to tell him with that young, quite beautiful voice of his. It was clear that one of the reasons the lynx was so sane, despite his solitude, was because he was very engaged in intellectual human pursuits. It was going to be important to foster that.
That evening, Jonah’s throat was sore from speaking so much. Yes, he’d told Trey about the Enigma machine, as well as what history of math he knew, as well as the Turing machine, as well as… Jonah felt a little embarrassed, even if Trey had spent the entire time looking completely interested. Maybe Trey was pretending to be interested, but nothing in his face or demeanor revealed anything but, well, fascination for what Jonah had to say. Which was pretty heady stuff after years alone. Before that his brother had displayed little interest in Jonah’s studies.
However, Trey hadn’t put his arm around Jonah again.
He shouldn’t think about Trey’s arms. Trey had only hugged him yesterday because Jonah had become too emotional. Which he didn’t plan on doing again. Jonah didn’t want to lose Trey’s good opinion of him by showing weakness.
As they headed to bed, Trey announced rather abruptly, “In two days it’s the full moon.”
For a moment Jonah stared down uncomprehendingly as Trey settled himself onto the cot. Then he recalled the werewolf mythology. “The moon makes a difference?”
“Yup. We run at nights during the week of the full moon. It’s unwise for a wolf to fight the strong pull of moonlight.” In the dim firelight, Trey turned on his side and faced Jonah’s cot. “Given how cold it is, I’m not going to shift back to human during the day, it’ll cost me too much energy. So…do you want me around here, or should I take off for a week?”
“Here,” Jonah said in a low voice, trying not to admit how much it meant to him for Trey to stay. The idea of Trey taking off was abhorrent, as if someone was snatching away a gift, a much-needed gift.
“Good. I’d rather be here anyway.”
The next two days passed in a blur while Jonah hugged that knowledge to himself. Jonah was always talking about himself. He tried to ask things about Trey but it was hard, because the man didn’t want his questions. He never looked angry, let alone mildly
“You’d like to study at university.”
Hope flared briefly on his rawboned face. “Do you think I could somehow?”
“Not immediately.” Trey shut the book as Jonah’s face fell. “But I’m going to work on it. There are correspondence courses, things like that.”
Jonah bit his lip. “I have no money for it. The money I have I need for my yearly supplies. And I have no ID, either. My mother didn’t register my birth certificate and social insurance number. She wanted to keep me off-record for my safety.”
“I can see why she’d be careful. But like I said, I’ll work on it. I can’t make any promises though.”
“I understand,” Jonah said in that quick way of his, like he was trying not to expect too much.
“At least I’ll get you some more books.”
Jonah gazed at him, somewhere between amazed and admiring, and Trey had this terrible desire to reach an arm around the young man’s neck and pull him close.
No .
“Thank you.” Jonah’s voice trembled with emotion and they stared at each other for longer than they should before Trey snapped his gaze away and took out another book, asked which type of math it was about.
Jonah was eager to talk, the dam of silence that had made up his last three years was gone with Trey there to listen and the young man had a lot to say. He opened up, explaining his entire library, both fact and fiction, and Trey paid close attention throughout the day to all Jonah wanted to tell him with that young, quite beautiful voice of his. It was clear that one of the reasons the lynx was so sane, despite his solitude, was because he was very engaged in intellectual human pursuits. It was going to be important to foster that.
That evening, Jonah’s throat was sore from speaking so much. Yes, he’d told Trey about the Enigma machine, as well as what history of math he knew, as well as the Turing machine, as well as… Jonah felt a little embarrassed, even if Trey had spent the entire time looking completely interested. Maybe Trey was pretending to be interested, but nothing in his face or demeanor revealed anything but, well, fascination for what Jonah had to say. Which was pretty heady stuff after years alone. Before that his brother had displayed little interest in Jonah’s studies.
However, Trey hadn’t put his arm around Jonah again.
He shouldn’t think about Trey’s arms. Trey had only hugged him yesterday because Jonah had become too emotional. Which he didn’t plan on doing again. Jonah didn’t want to lose Trey’s good opinion of him by showing weakness.
As they headed to bed, Trey announced rather abruptly, “In two days it’s the full moon.”
For a moment Jonah stared down uncomprehendingly as Trey settled himself onto the cot. Then he recalled the werewolf mythology. “The moon makes a difference?”
“Yup. We run at nights during the week of the full moon. It’s unwise for a wolf to fight the strong pull of moonlight.” In the dim firelight, Trey turned on his side and faced Jonah’s cot. “Given how cold it is, I’m not going to shift back to human during the day, it’ll cost me too much energy. So…do you want me around here, or should I take off for a week?”
“Here,” Jonah said in a low voice, trying not to admit how much it meant to him for Trey to stay. The idea of Trey taking off was abhorrent, as if someone was snatching away a gift, a much-needed gift.
“Good. I’d rather be here anyway.”
The next two days passed in a blur while Jonah hugged that knowledge to himself. Jonah was always talking about himself. He tried to ask things about Trey but it was hard, because the man didn’t want his questions. He never looked angry, let alone mildly
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