sunseeker

"Minoth..."

Addam spoke with a tone far too gentle for Minoth's own wild and unemplacable comfort. Try though he did, he couldn't hide the tiny, automatic shudder it pulled from his neck, his shoulder, the left side of his chest.

It had to be melodrama, to claim that no one else had ever thought of him so tenderly. To single out his own story as particularly poignant, magnetic and special. Right?

Yet Minoth was drawn to Addam, hopelessly and nearly completely.

With just that one word. And then Addam continued.

"Let me be your...friend. I cannot ask more of you than that."