If he would, then the fires would burn eternally. James McGraw was sure of it. The tiniest tendrils of madness slipped through his mind even then, madness for Thomas and something that he welcomed. His would be a family at last. When he saw his love together with his wife, he knew that they were home.
He would protect their Thomas until his dying breath. He would write across the sea of it. Their moments of sheer expression were somewhat fleeting, but each one contained a universe of him and Thomas and the woman who sheltered them both at once.