Oliver's beating chest rested pressed into Niko's back as they descended a narrow, dark road. A part of town Oliver, despite having been on that island so many summers before, had never set foot in. The pavements weren't unadorned either or simple-surfaced. They were made of granite, thick, cube-shaped stones placed together like a fine tapestry, which made the scooter tremble as it rode over them. Oliver's eyes were closed, his arms wrapped around the green-eyed stud, and his heart felt whole.