broken and bleeding but never gave up

Grimshaw found himself wandering much farther north this evening that he was used to traveling, but tonight like many he couldn't sleep. The nightmares kept him awake and he felt bad (and weird) sleeping with Malachai most nights. He was embarrased for himself, so he could only imagine what the other man was thinking. Was he just trying to be a good friend? He couldn't be more thankful if it were the case, but Grimshaw couldn't help but hate himself a little more each time he had to ask. It didn't matter how much he hated admitting that he liked being wrapped in the other mans warm, safe arms but something constantly ate at him telling him that it was weird and he needed to get a grip. He felt weak, but it didn't bother him with they were together. Only when they were apart.

The further he got from the Armada and the boy next door the more the thoughts hung heavy on his mind. At this rate it would be morning when he got back, so that was a plus side, but the urge to run home now and crawl in bed with him was beyond high. He almost had himself talked into it too until the low roar of a nearby bear caught his attention. Stopping in his tracks, Grimshaw carefully looked around as he tested the air for any sign of a scent.

"Speech."