One night, they were smashing mirrors as usual. Andrew was tired. It was late, and he had paperwork to finish. He was about to call Thomas over, when, from the corner of his eyes, he saw the young man hunched over a pile of glass shards. He had a lighter in his hand.
He flicked it open, and suddenly, a small flame appeared. He held a shard against the flame, and they both watched as the shard melted away. And as it did, from the corner of Andrew’s eyes, he saw their shadows seemed danced together on the walls, large compared to their small frames.
And he couldn’t help but smile at that.