The transition from the warm afternoon air to the cool, shaded interior was seamless. Dax didn't set him down until they were well past the entrance, standing on polished dark wood that gleamed under the brilliant natural light flooding the space. Only then did he lower Chris with the same controlled grace he'd used to lift him, though his hands lingered at Chris's waist, reluctant to let go.
Chris took a moment to gather himself, his sneakers making a soft sound on the floor. He was still wrapped in Dax's coat, but he had completely forgotten about it. His gaze was fixed on the room before him.
It was, in a word, devastating.
