i just want the high without the suffering

After the other night, Grimshaw definitely didn't know what to think anymore. He and Malachai cuddled. Just thinking about it made his heart beat faster and feel fluttery. He felt safe wrapped in his arms and he finally go to get some restful sleep, so he wasn't complaining. He even kind of liked it. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he had some kind of idea. No one had ever made him feel the way Malachai did, so that had to mean something right? He wished he could find the courage to talk to someone about it, but instead he would find his way to the battlefield to find some kind of release. He was rested, but now he wanted to fight something a bit stronger than the prey he'd be hunting around the armada. He readied himself early, strapping his bracers on and shrugging his armor on over his head and neck. Interested, the wolverine he'd found as a child followed along behind him as traveled. Centering himself in the middle of the battlefield, Grimshaw tipped his head back and let out a call for an opponent.

"Speech."