“Gaunt let his head tilt so that it touched Ellwood’s on his shoulder. Elwood fell asleep, and Gaunt pretended to do the same, but he couldn’t think beyond the parts of them that were touching. If Ellwood were a girl, he might have held his hand, kissed his temple. He might have bought a ring and tied their lives together. But Ellwood was Ellwood, and Gaunt had to be satisfied with the weight of his head on his shoulder.”
