Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

And who was he to make the kind man wait?

Patroclus practically glided through the new territory, a certain pep in his step unable to be hidden that evening. He arrived the same way he had yesterday. Perfectly neutral but some warmth to his facial features.

You called? He asked with a slight inflection upward in the pitch of his tone. Patroclus would not admit it right away, but he certainly felt charmed to be called for specifically.

To be wanted was all he wanted.