“I didn’t have time to pack anything when I ran away. So, I spent part of the first year living on the streets, sleeping under bits of cardboard and hitchhiking. Turns out life is more comfortable in a tent, so I got one. Keeping your tent with you is key otherwise it’s gone. And we’re constantly being chased out, so you learn how to be real quick setting them up and taking them down. Happy now?”

Ty was smiling that warm one that said he was deeply in love. Slow movements removed his shirt as Sam watched with smug interest.

Seeing that Crys was watching, Court ran over to cover her eyes, “you don’t need to see! Ty isn’t the norm.”

“That’s for sure,” Sam muttered happily as his fingers began to sketch.

Crys was laughing as she pulled at his hands. But he wasn’t letting her watch. He didn’t need that sort of competition that he couldn’t compare to, and he was insecure enough to make sure he didn’t have to.