“No Ezra,” he interrupts. “I don’t want you to tell me.” Ben’s dull eyes are now sharp and focused, as if trying to look into his very soul. The cup of tea gripped tightly.

“I want you to show me.”

And with that he lets out a breath and closes his eyes. His body relaxing in a motion he knew well, and yet felt foreign. He was so very out of practice. Yet it was clear he was trying to settle into some sort of meditation. Attempting to open himself up again, but this time he was trying a little harder.