In Too Deep

He didn't need a confirmation from the man to know it was him. Everything was adding up now; the familiar scent buried deep in his scruff, the same voice deepened by maturity, and the soft tawny coat that he used to find comfort in. Even now he wanted to press closer to the other male, as if all those bad times hadn't happened, as if he hadn't been punished and forced away before.

To anyone else, his name would be whatever they wanted it to be. Now would be no different, despite assuming the man to call him nothing other than what he'd always gone by. "Y-you should know that's y-your ch-choice," he let out, his stammering syncing in time with his shivering as he first looked down frown the now grown man's face (that he found quite handsome, even through his poor vision) and then turned his head to look at his own paws.

When Rowan spoke again, he couldn't help but agree. He thought that he'd be dead too, and he'd be lying if he said part of him didn't wish that he was. "Me, too."

"Speech!"

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