Isaac trailed his fingers lazily over Oliver's arm. "Why are people in love with tragedies?" he asked.
Oliver could not meet his gaze, could not bring himself to face an unknown future.
"Because humans love to hurt." The lines Isaac drew on his arm were invisible.
"We can't all be masochists," Isaac said.
From under the shadow of his indomitable wave Oliver replied, "Being haunted is better than being empty."