Post by Felix Falora on May 6, 2011 3:15:51 GMT -5
Trevor wasn't sure what else to say, if there was anything to say at all. Such a moment didn't need to be stopped with trivial, useless words. The symbolism and meaning behind it more then made up for the lack of dialogue. It was pure, untainted romance. It was a love that he wanted to hold onto, but he found himself fearing what he might do if he was to ever lose it. He knew his temper. Fletcher even knew he had a temper. And while he had been holding it back with battling and wandering, finding that alcohol was only making the anger worse, he didn't know if he could keep it back forever. He could only hope that King would receive his punishment from the one who had greater control over him.
