SCOTT
Everyone had a secret, that was the thing I had come to understand more clearly than anything else in the past few months. Every person walking these corridors carried something they hadn't shown anyone. Something they held carefully in the dark and hoped nobody looked too closely at in the light.
The difference was in how you carried it.
Asher had carried his for a year plus and then put it down in the most public way imaginable and the world had reorganized itself around the truth of him, not perfectly and not without hostility but it had been reorganized. He was still here, still standing and still walking across the courtyard below with Reed's hand finding his like it had always belonged there.
