There was laughter between us; a fine thread at first, hairlike, drawn out delicately into the space across the first coffees we shared. Then the threads gathered, clung, twisting with speed into yarn, strings that bound our bodies loosely beneath our ribs. As we shared each ludicrous moment, as we found the pulls and tangles in each other, the stitches tightened. Fine particles of steel, copper, gold infused the skeins, then, and we began to send and receive subtle pulses, signals, as along routed cables. The bonds of shared hilarity run firmly between us now; may they always.