[Fingers and palms placed together there is a clear current of energy there. It's not static electricity from laying in the leaves or being so close to the ground, the dirt and the dark roots with all the secrets buried beneath. There's something simple and meaningful about being palm to palm just as they had been at the rundown chapel. That was a year ago almost. And that was a ritual. Maybe this one is too. Roman doesn't question why there is a touch.
He's quietly grateful.]
Don't go back on your word about feeding me.
[Sometimes it's like Roman is hungry. All. The. Time. With no other way to sum up what he feels, he clutches back.]
no subject
He's quietly grateful.]
Don't go back on your word about feeding me.
[Sometimes it's like Roman is hungry. All. The. Time. With no other way to sum up what he feels, he clutches back.]