Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
He could catch her scent acutely at this distance, and he reached his hand down and ran his fingers over the cat in the picture. His fingers were long, and the touch on the page was a respectful caress. His fingers were calloused in enough places to be confusing, and they were as large as he was tall. "It's an image of loneliness," he said. No game. Just confession, in that moment.
He wasn't sure what she would do with it, but there it was.