Barry looks over at the wolf and makes a little sound, pulling it close with his good arm. He pushes his cheek against it and inhales, smiling sadly. "It smells like you now," he says. The sheets and the pillows do, too, and Barry nearly tears up again, so grateful to be somewhere so safe and warm after so many hard, white walls and cruel faces.

"You don't know how good it feels to be here," Barry breathes.