Arrow Lake dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot

Strangely pleased and maybe a little breathless at the sudden, uncontested closeness, Cortland finished his brief probing of the other male and moved back. To the observant eye, perhaps a hint of his inexplicably frayed nerves showed on his face. He was not the most expressive boy, but neither had he mastered stoicism just yet.
Wanderer. He explained, following Phocion's gaze; ultimately, his eyes drifted back to the white male himself. Some things were just too interesting. And you?