Were it any other reason, Cole would not have responded.
Rhys's rejection had never faded from his mind, the strong rush of emotions to never see that creature again, he called it friend and it had been inhuman all along; Cole would normally never have let Rhys see him again, never have gone against that wish.
But he would not and could not ignore this.
He doesn't have to run or climb, he simply moves with steps and thought to where he needs to be, on a stone arch where he can drop to his belly, one hand clinging to the rough stones while the other lashes out, whip fast, and snags the back of the armor. It wrenches his shoulder but his grip remains firm.
I. Floods
Rhys's rejection had never faded from his mind, the strong rush of emotions to never see that creature again, he called it friend and it had been inhuman all along; Cole would normally never have let Rhys see him again, never have gone against that wish.
But he would not and could not ignore this.
He doesn't have to run or climb, he simply moves with steps and thought to where he needs to be, on a stone arch where he can drop to his belly, one hand clinging to the rough stones while the other lashes out, whip fast, and snags the back of the armor. It wrenches his shoulder but his grip remains firm.