He wasn't alone here.
Peering at the silvery interface, Leonardo studied his brother. Suddenly their gazes locked, and identical messages passed between them, flowing like a river made sluggish with sediments of emotion.
I'm lost, I barely know myself anymore.
I don't want to fail.
God, I miss you.
His chest tightened, and he reached out to touch his brother…but when he made contact, the image vanished in a ripple. He kept his hand there anyway—the connection had seemed so real…
But all he felt was water beneath his palm.
All he felt was the cold.