Roland needed clarification.
Sometimes, he was excellent.
Sometimes, he was mean.
Why couldn't he pick a mood and stick with it? Lyric knew it was rich coming from him, but still, He didn’t need his emotions all over the place. Why was Roland confusing him?
"I say, you get an iced caramel frappe," Roland said, looking down at the boy and grinning.
Lyric smiled up at him a little before he let his eyes wander down to their fingers. Lyric was playing with them. He didn’t think Roland minded and was glad he didn’t because.
To say Lyric had been shocked when Roland had given him his fingers was an understatement. He always thought Roland would s**t bricks if he played with his fingers. But no. He was calm about it. He hadn’t batted an eye when he had shoved his fingers into Lyric’s, and
