Sean's eyes widen, mouth parting beneath Tom\'s hand as Harrison snorts in his sleep.

Crisp cotton sheets, kisses sweeter than honey and lazy, sleepy touches...

(In the same universe as "To Find\") He doesn\'t think about the pictures of the doors that are in a folder under his bed. He doesn\'t think about telling Sean of all the times he\'s felt like there was something more to it. He tries not to think of Sean at all.

(In the same 'verse as \'To Find\') Sean feels like a fly with only one foot free from flypaper, mind racing frantically as Tom sighs and continues carefully.

Tom turns his head, catching Max's lips just once. It feels familiar and foreign all at once as Tom pulls back, blinking down at Max.

Four times that Sean Van Vleet left Tom Conrad (and one time he stayed). (Follows "To Find\")

He doesn't know when he first found the keys. They were always around, for as long as he can remember.