"I'm aware that it is," he said, looking to his smile. He couldn't help but return the smile as well.
"Probably not, but I don't mind hearing details. You listen to mine, of course, whenever I have them...that is," he said with a light laugh. He supposed he could tell Fletcher all about Cerise, but that woman was making him feel like a school boy once again, and he didn't think Fletcher would enjoy hearing about small laughs or walks through the horse stables.
He glanced to Fletcher with a straight look of confusion. He didn't mind being close to the man or having any realm of contact. He had long sense gotten over the fear of being touched by members of his own sex and was quite affectionate these days. He hugged his friends and sprawled out with them. It was the way the atmosphere changed, as if Fletcher was saying something very serious. Fletcher always managed to get his attention when he was being serious.
Oh.
"I have to run. Even when you are walking slowly, your always several steps ahead of me," he said quietly, a sheepish look on his face.