"Huddling it is, then." Something in him seems to relax, and the rest of him unwinds gradually in kind. It results in a much less desperate cling, something much less afraid to lose. Somehow, this refusal of his generosity hasn't sparked the worst imaginings his beaten mind can come up with - in all likelihood because he is staying, because he's here, and that means more to Enoch than anything.

"That isn't giving, after all, but sharing."