Firestone Hot Springs leave the weak, leave the young

They lay in silence for awhile. Phillip hates silence most of the time. It made everything feel so empty and lonely. It was a frightening thing he did his best to avoid. But he didn't bother to make a sound now. This was a different type of silence; it was comforting, so much so he could feel himself drifting away.

You're really nice. No one ever called him that, or anything else for that matter. Phillip opened his eyes and glanced at Zephyr. Oh, thank you. A sheepish little smile forms on his face. You're really nice too.

He looked out over the flatlands, watched the steam rise from the hotsprings. I'm glad you're here with me.