I sidle up in my best, mostly-silent rustle, hand outstretched. He skitters at my touch of his jagged-thin shoulder, brown eyes wide, rapt on me.
‘Pete,’ he brays, a sound I’ve grown grown fond of. We both need to admit this.
‘Come back, we – I – I need...’
He blinks once but finally lets me lead him out from his midsummer prison.