Bearclaw Valley they served you venison and morphine

Every muscle in his body tenses as Outlander draws nearer, but he doesn't move — and when the man halts again, the tension melts from his body and a sigh slips from him, and he realizes he can't fight this. Just don't think about Delight, a cruel voice chimes over all his other thoughts, but he swallows back the nausea and takes a step closer. The other's words urge him even closer, and when he's close enough he buries his face in Outlander's fur if he's allowed, pressing as close to him as he can. A shudder runs down his spine, prompting him to suck in a breath, but he can't find any words for this moment. As wrong as it is, as awful as he knows he's being, he can't help but listen to that cruel little voice in his head. Nothing else exists right now, and he needs it that way.