Hideaway Strath l. o. v. e.

Summoned from the depths of his heart thoughts, came the monolith. Blocked the very sun Patroclus had been yearning for and yet...he was not mad. Not upset or frustrated. There was relief to be met in such a familiar fashion.

Perhaps, he thought, his distance to the others had not been noticed.

Perhaps he had been able to drift away for that short period unnoticed.

His tail hid any internal feelings as it tapped away against the warm stone below him. I had to take the opportunity while I could. He cooed as his eyes looked up, batting his eyelashes like the dramatic man he was. It was the truth, though. The sun seemed so timid these days. Coming and going.

Very much like Patroclus.