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It was weird. In so many different ways it was weird. He was there on Triv's island and Lorac was there too. But Lorac wasn't acting like Lorac. Or at least Lorac wasn't acting like deranged lunatic Loarc. He was acting more like the Lorac he knew before he went crazy. There hadn't been a single sexual suggestion from the man or anything to indicate that they were more than good friends. Except for the holding hands and the pettings. But Alec needed the contact. Just the touch and sensation of being touched let him remember that he was alive and human.
They would talk for hours in their language. Private conversations that no one else would understand, but rambles about nothing.
Long walks around the island was how they spent the days. And at night, they'd share the bed, but again only for the contact. The need he had for human contact. There was nothing sexual at all.
It was very weird.
They would talk for hours in their language. Private conversations that no one else would understand, but rambles about nothing.
Long walks around the island was how they spent the days. And at night, they'd share the bed, but again only for the contact. The need he had for human contact. There was nothing sexual at all.
It was very weird.