Pigs, chicken… humans. Was there really a big difference to people in Duke's line of work? Rowan didn't know if he was wrong to think that the discrepancy was negligible. After all, they would all be killed just the same if the need arose.
Rowan just wanted to help if Duke needed it. If Duke didn't, then he would have to find another way to stay valuable to the other person. He didn't know when he should stop freeloading with Duke or even making excuses just to be around. Being the group's artist was not enough to glue him to Duke's hip for all of Rowan's remaining hours.
"…okay." Rowan had to arrive with an answer. He just held Duke's hand that was now on his further shoulder. One hand had his fingers laced with Duke's, so his other hand could simply cup Duke's hand lightly. Since Duke didn't mind keeping it that way, Rowan didn't mind either.
Right now, it was beginning to feel warmer again. That very notion made him smile under the mask.
