Lithe lost track of how long they had been standing together entwined in each other's arms out there by the bus stand.
Zen didn't move a muscle as Lithe clung to him like a lifeline; he just continued to massage his back without speaking.
His muscular arms held him tightly and made Lithe feel warm and protected.
Lithe started to calm down and realize things were about to get real awkward between him and Zen.
Since they had not addressed the reason why he fled the commune without saying a word to Zen.
"It's like no matter where I go nowadays, danger is always nipping at my heel," mumbled Lithe, while a few blonde strands of hair escaped the ponytail that held his long blonde hair.
Before he responded Zen pushed the strands aside so that nothing could shield Lithe's eyes from his face.
