Wonderful, intrige! And this is the heart of all of our stories, isn't it? After all these years:
Oskar had mixed blood with him, not knowing quite what he was doing. It was like a dream. No, it was a fantasy. In every re-reading of Romeo and Juliet Eli had fantasized that someone his own age would want to be with him. Boy or girl, didn't matter. Or rather meeting another infected child. Anything, but he had queckly pushed it off as a silly little and not to mention stupid fantasy. It could never happen. Eli looked down at Oskar. Yet it did. It did just now. Eli didn't think Oskar actually understood how rare this is. Eli shighed and smiled. Finally, he got lucky.
Alone for so long, and now Oskar and Eli forever.