Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

It would do him well to know the place, instead of simply the spots where he rested buried in snow. So he followed in pleased silence. Although it seems he is pressed for conversation and he is, indeed, eager to please.

Ears swept back softly at the purr of his name before they righted once more. Patroclus returned the occasional contact as they moved along, eyes trained forward as if it was nothing. Surely it was nothing.

Luck, I suppose. He teased with warmth. I am sure my parents expected me to build more. However, I — as I have informed you — do better in supportive efforts. So I wander and find those to support.

Content to let himself be a rambling fool under the presence of a confident male.