Elijah was still half asleep by the time they got to the house. He loved how warm it felt, and it smelled sweet. Like gingerbread. He found himself wondering if maybe Marcy had baked a batch of gingerbread cookies earlier in the day as he was tugged upstairs. His hair was sticking up everywhere, and the look on his face said that he was still very sleepy.
Once they were in Shay's room, he lifted a hand up and pressed his palm flat against the wall. He liked the texture of it, and he revelled in the coolness of it. A real wall. No chain link fences.
"It smells nice in here," he said softly with a smile, "It smells like you, faintly, but it does."
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