Cerulean Cape Clouds will overspread the sky

If Boris knew one thing, it wasn't how to talk to girls. Or children his age, for that matter. While he'd always had Ponyboy or Bronte, they'd more often had each other. And when they had each other, he'd had mom, or his own thoughts to keep him company. John was easy; there wasn't anyone who reminded him of John. But Esma was different. Nothing like his sister, but young enough to make him wonder.

Close enough in age for his words to fail him and form ill sentences. Nothing mean - just each one, lacking. A closeness in age which should have brought understanding drove the rift between them. He knew how to have protectors. He knew how to have parents.

He didn't really know how to have friends.

Emma neared the ocean first, following John to the lapping waves. Boris had seen the sea before, from a distance, but never this close. The sight shook his legs like before - awed at the splendor - but he only let the seafoam crest the tips of his toes, ears canted to hear how John would answer Esma, even though he was quite sure of the answer himself. 

Yet it was fun, sometimes, to still lose himself in that long familiar wonder.

I'm good with the assumptions @Esma ! He's a shy boy so it makes sense. I'd love for a thread where they connect though! Or try to <3