Meantime, Part 20
20 – Homosapien Roan went home in a fog, not sure what time it was, and not really caring either. The drugs helped a little, but mostly he just felt bereft. Dylan was home, and was startled by his clothes, but he assured him the blood was not his. Somehow, that didn’t help. He knew he should take a shower, get the scent of blood and death off him, but he was just too much of a zombie. He took off his clothes, shoved the bloodier ones in the trash can, and collapsed into bed. Dylan followed him, mainly because he was concerned about him. Was it too early to be concerned about him, or too late? Dylan held him as Roan admitted how much the lion had come out and how helpless he felt, and Dylan just tried to comfort him, but cuddling him seemed to help the...
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