"I can walk you know," I utter only for his arms to squash me further. He does not wish to let me go. I gaze down at the variation in his appearance tugging at his beard playing with his bun with interest. "You look different Phobos. Not a bad look rather a good one I like it."
"Keep talking." He speaks as though he craves to hear more of my voice as I shuffle around in his arms to get comfortable my legs swinging back and forth behind him.
