It’s not a question that Rama wants to be there with him. It’s not something he’s ever doubted - but there was always a caveat. An unspoken caveat, but one that had always been understood and shared by almost every soul in Milton now.
He feels that caveat now. Even as he slips his arm around Rama to hold him closer to his body, he feels that desire to be any place but here.
“At times,” he answers, willing to be guided a little way away from his path. He’ll not be swayed though. “I dream of green.”
But he never longs for home, that’s the difference.
“Rama. I can feel…this string between us is heavy.”
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It’s not a question that Rama wants to be there with him. It’s not something he’s ever doubted - but there was always a caveat. An unspoken caveat, but one that had always been understood and shared by almost every soul in Milton now.
He feels that caveat now. Even as he slips his arm around Rama to hold him closer to his body, he feels that desire to be any place but here.
“At times,” he answers, willing to be guided a little way away from his path. He’ll not be swayed though. “I dream of green.”
But he never longs for home, that’s the difference.
“Rama. I can feel…this string between us is heavy.”