"I wish you didn't feel the need to do this." Wren trudged alongside Rowan at an excruciatingly slow pace, preventing him from making any progress down the narrow trail he'd just formed to take them to the clearing where the creature had found him and Alaric. "I would rather not watch you make yourself sick again so soon. You've barely recovered from the last time."
The late afternoon sun filtered through the green overhead, dappling the ground in moving patches of light and shadow. The rustle of the breeze through the leaves matched the sound of Wren's feet as he practically dragged them through the grass.
As soon as they'd left the garden, Wren had interlaced their fingers and still hadn't let go. Rowan knew the man liked to keep his hands on him as much as possible at all times, but he also recognized a ploy when he'd fallen victim to it.
