When he had almost fallen off the ledge, Lyric had been awake. He hadn’t known the best time to make his presence known, so he pretended to sleep. But then he almost fell, and he caught him; he knew it was Roland.
He had fiddled with his hands long enough to establish who it was based on their grip and, oddly enough, how their hands felt. He knew Roland’s heart was pounding in his chest; he had heard it when he had been picked up.
But that had brought up more questions for Lyric. These questions he knew he wouldn’t get answers to, but he would continue wondering about their response. Was Roland scared for him? Why?
It was clear Roland was disgusted with him. Ever since the kiss, he had barely spoken to him, let alone even looked at him. And it hurt Lyric much more than he would like to
