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"I don't know, Murphy is too sweet for his own good I think," Elijah said quietly.

Elijah was sweet, too. But there was a quality about Murphy that was different, like he'd understand anything anyone told him. Like he'd accept things no matter how awful if he could relate or feel empathy for someone's situation.

When Shay moved to get up, Elijah was ready to curl up against the pillows, but he was thankful for the request to go with Shay. He nodded his head and lifted a hand up to Shay, and once the other boy took a hold of it, Elijah got up. He was learning his way around Shay's house quite well, well enough that he could get around on his own, but he liked holding Shay's hand.

"I know it's hard to talk about things still, but sometimes it helps," he said after a moment. "It helps me to know we're not there anymore. That we're really in your Mom's house like all the times we talked and dreamed about, eating her meatloaf that you love so much."