Swiftcurrent Creek i always make such expensive mistakes;;

Right then, Ali felt he could die and be content with his final moments-- he felt warm and wanted with Lennon leaning in to embrace him. Everything bad washed away, and it was only the two of them in the world. His heart tightened with the feeling, rhythm slightly disjointed now from the sparks jumping in his chest.
I won't leave except to hunt. The boy was quick to make the promise, adding in case Lennon thought to argue: And I need to hunt for us, or we won't heal at all.
He paused a moment, more words lingering on his tongue, begging to be spoken.
I don't want to separate either... Ever again. I...
What was he trying to say? What were the words?
I care about you. A lot. It didn't feel like it was the right thing, exactly-- it felt like a weak imitation of what he had been meant to tell Lennon, but the boy thought with a wave of frustration that he didn't know what he meant to express. He didn't let his inner turmoil show, but Ali was embarrassed and mad at himself.