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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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Is it? Well, it's your beast so you can name it whatever you want.

[He wouldn't know or care what it was to name a pet or animal companion. He'd never had one in his childhood or his adult life; they had been around a little with some of his associates but never been interested personally. Still, he was under the assumption that naming was a point of pride for most. A while boar named Whitey and a black horse named Blackie... a little on the nose.

He sensed Richard's silence, and while he made no move to disrupt it with senseless noise about this or that like his daughter might, he tightened his grip on Richard's hand as they came closer to town. How far had the younger man been when that mother of his had let go and walked away? There would be no repeat today as he kept a steady even pace and held on.

Calm, assured, confident.

Yet, he paused at the request, turning to regard his lover.] I won't. You have my word.

[It was like a huge boulder had been lifted off his chest by the mere strength of those words. Suddenly, Richard felt himself lighter and it to be easier to breathe. The previous violence, anger and sadness still lingered in the back of his mind, despite Silco mending his rage. Richard knew that if he were left alone for the night it wouldn't be golden sleep that'd come to him. No, it would be a hoard of demons and their curses as they'd try to sneak in through the open cracks of his mind.

Richard did not want to dream any more.

This time it was him who broke the contact by pulling his hand back. But only so that he could break the small gap between them and wrap his arms around Silco's waist as he buried his face into the fabric of the man's shirt. Wordlessly, seeking protection and safety.

"Our pact is not sex alone." Buckingham had spoken such words for him a few days before his arrival to this world. Richard hadn't had a chance to ask what he had meant by them back then. Guess he never gets to know, either, seeing how determined this world was to keep the two halves separate.

But curiously enough, his chest wasn't filled with sadness and pain when he thought back to the sore wound left by the absence of his lover. No, instead for once he felt reassurance and comfort that things will be alright, in this embrace between him and Silco.]

[He waited there on that game trail heading back to town for Richard to decide what to do with his assurance. He would, of course, check in with Jinx and assure himself that she was alright as well. There may be competing priorities on his time, but that was typical and nothing that he particularly stressed about, least of all here in Aldrip. The meandering lifestyle provided him more than enough.

When the younger man released his hand, he didn't make a play to fight for it. Instead, he watched Richard take the two small steps necessary to come in close and blinked when arms found their way around his waist and a head buried on his shoulder. For a moment, he did nothing but savour the sensation, the feel of another desiring something he could provide.

"You're in love!"

He sighed from his nose as if dismissing the ghost of accusation from his daughter. No, that couldn't be true. His arms moved to curl around Richard's waist in return, holding the younger man close for as long as Richard wanted to risk such an embrace. He tipped his head so he scarred cheek rested against the side of the younger man's head and basked in the near miss of the last hour.

Richard was an expected delight, one that had slipped passed his guard similarly to how Jinx had. So he had two important people in this place. No big deal. It was nice to feel, just for a few moments, to be someone else's priority. A rare thing that.]

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