They sit together on the bottom stair just outside the kitchen Hip to hip their round little bodies couldn't be any closer They don't make five years between them. ''I only like you in your gray sweatshirt'' the older says The other tilts his hooded head and thinks it over: it seems OK to him. Round blue eyes assess the world and each other with affection. They sit together on the stairs Their bodies blanket five steps apiece chatting in deepened voices of how they'll pack the tent and tarp and ready for the trip. There is time between them only they have shared Clear blue eyes assess a larger world with understood affection.