( And as their fates collide again, it turns out they're no longer bound by those cursed paths. Unfortunately, the bitter taste left behind by their legacy, by their rivalry is still burning on the back of his tongue. It's hard to swallow and it's hard to admit he kind of likes the warmth from behind. It's not physical warmth, but emotional. It drenches him down to his soul.

He's right, he has never been hugged like this. )

Shut up, Hound.

( The words are whispered, they're sharp like blades as they come out but they don't deny the allegations. Of course he's lonely, he has been ever since Robin left, and perhaps even before that. )

Hmph. And you must be sick, clinging to me like this? You don't have to pity me.

( His body is heavy, he's massive - compact and muscular. He pushes against him in order to support him, glancing up at the stars. He points his finger up and begins tracing some points to another. )

Just above your dove. See it? It looks like the head of those hound statues scattered in Golden Hour.