To Elijah
Shay was currently hunched over the counter of a second hand shop, staring at the 35mm film SLRs. Getting his affairs back in order hadn't been altogether too difficult, given he'd only been gone for a little over a year. And now he was looking to add to his collection of cameras because that's simply what he did when he had spare time. He glanced over at Elijah, interested with the way he touched things to see them, liking to watch his hands move over objects with that exploratory, inquisitive spirit. He watched him for a little while before asking the girl behind the counter to take out the Nikon he'd been eyeing. As soon as he had the camera in his hands, he held it up to focus on Elijah.
"Lunch after this, what do you think?" he asked. Having Elijah with him all the time had been the biggest blessing he'd ever had the fortune of receiving. He couldn't even begrudge his nightmare experience to get here because it had yielded Elijah. That was helping him deal with the trauma more than any therapy could. His mother had, however, insist he go. She'd set up appointments for Elijah as well, wanting to make sure they were both happy and healthy as soon as they could be.
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