Waking up on the wrong side of fantasy

Revenge was usually the one to notice small details, especially with the body. Soliloquy did not look his best. There were some few day old wounds, though from the look of him the boy would guess that his pride might have suffered a larger wound. His words would only confirm the mood revenge saw on him. Calling his alpha a rather vulgar word for male reproductive parts the boy was already a little confused. Valentine had been nothing but welcoming and supportive. He hadn't really expected the next words, he'd never thought that Soliloquy had any kind of affection for he or Mercy. Though the words did sting from the truth within them. "I didn't think you cared." He'd retort back, "I'm a healer here, when Mercy left, I had to follow her. Guess I just never made it make home." He couldn't help but shrug off the question. "But if you aren't here by choice, then what happened. Why didn't you just leave the range?"