Okay, so he had me there.
"What do you need?" I asked, knowing that those words would be able to calm him down in a way that my lack of touch could not.
"I already told you," he admitted, dropping the two of us onto my bed. His arms were still tightly wrapped around me, but since we were not walking anymore, I understood that the tremors in his embrace were not from exertion but rather his fear. His fear that something had happened to me.
"You want to put a tracking device on me," I clarified. I really wouldn't have a problem with that. We were a few months away from graduating, and then he was off to boot camp for almost six months. Then, he would be pushed into even more training and exercises that would eventually steer his course into becoming a General like his father.
And I wanted nothing to distract him from becoming the man he was destined to be.
