"As am I," he purrs, pushing the armful of flowers at the boy. Please, take them so he doesn't have to keep holding them.

Up close, Subin's even more lovely than from afar. All fair and sweet. There's something fresh about him that intrigues Ruvin. These types, the ones who are shy and withdrawn, who shrink at any notice, they're his favorites. It's surprising how much this type will endure. They strive to be pleasant and unassuming, even at the detriment of themselves. It's a type Ruvin knows well.

"Walk with me."

It's not a question.