Owen woke me, saying: I'm not going to bother you; I just need to know something.
He would never wake Keith and that's not because Keith is an ogre. Neither am I a pushover. I think it's because the boys and I still retain a degree of indivisibility. He's not waking me, he's solving 'our' problem of him needing to know something.
I remember when we separated. After months of them being inside me, of BEING me, they were suddenly over there. Not me, not me containing them, but me and him and him.
Moving away continues, but so does circling back.