Hirvan sat down beside Greg, his mind swirling with so many questions, thoughts and memories that he had struggled to form coherent words. There were so many things He wanted to ask, so many questions about what had happened over the years, but he didn't know where to start. In the end, he leaned slightly toward the man, just enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. It was a subtle gesture but was enough to assure him it was not a dream. Greg was really here, sitting beside him.
'Ah… this feeling… I have missed it so much... No one could give me this level of comfort except him…'
Greg sensed his subtle movement and a knowing smile broke out on his face. Hirvan's behaviour reminded him of the past. Those quiet, intimate movements, When the boy inched closer to him, seeking comfort and reassurance but never saying it outright. It was like watching a cat, skittish and unsure, but desperate for warmth.
Greg's smile turned to tease as he spoke.
