"Take it," says Tommy, holding the necklace in front of him. His hand trembles, too tight.

Bruce stares. The pendant is perfectly green and smooth and circular—swinging on its cord. He knows exactly where it came from. "You should keep it," he says softly, as if afraid something would break if he spoke up.

"Please." Tommy tries to meet his eye only to find the attempt thwarted. Bruce won't look at him. "I'd feel much better if you had it. I can't hold onto this anymore."

Gently, Bruce pushes his hand away. "Keep it, Tommy."