He watched the rest of the movie with her wrapped around his arm and his head resting on top of hers. Lochlann had been craving physical contact, just something to make him feel...
...Well, feel anything other than that scraping, mind-numbing hunger he'd been trying to drink out of his system.
But it was getting harder and harder to control that feeling, and it was getting worse around her. Even a few weeks ago, the idea of sitting with her like this would have been enough for him, but now he wanted more. Only, Lochlann didn't know what he wanted more of, and if he should even bother to explore that feelings because it could only lead to something bad.
He smothered it inside of himself.
When the movie was over, he asked, "Addy angel, Do you want another bowl of soup? or some more orange juice? I gotta get up and--"
Stretch his leg.
"Crack my back. And kick lamby out of my backpack," he said, glaring at the sheep who'd fallen asleep with his head in the bag.
...Well, feel anything other than that scraping, mind-numbing hunger he'd been trying to drink out of his system.
But it was getting harder and harder to control that feeling, and it was getting worse around her. Even a few weeks ago, the idea of sitting with her like this would have been enough for him, but now he wanted more. Only, Lochlann didn't know what he wanted more of, and if he should even bother to explore that feelings because it could only lead to something bad.
He smothered it inside of himself.
When the movie was over, he asked, "Addy angel, Do you want another bowl of soup? or some more orange juice? I gotta get up and--"
Stretch his leg.
"Crack my back. And kick lamby out of my backpack," he said, glaring at the sheep who'd fallen asleep with his head in the bag.