Together. Star liked the sounds of that. Together was good, especially when those lips he had memorized long ago were brushing sweetly against his. He wasn't afraid of a little stinging pain if it meant Ric was kissing him again. He nodded, agreeing that they would find out, one way or another.
He quickly covered Rictor's hand with his own, holding it in place. The man's touch was a balm to his aching, unquiet soul. "Yes, friend Rictor. That's what matters." His discomfort was dispelled, and he was right back to feeling honored that Ric had indeed chosen him to spend his special time with. It would be very good to get away together, to be able to spend time with Ric without his duties and any other problems intervening. The wise African-american woman on television had said so, and she seemed to be well-respected and loved by the television audiences.
"I will be all right," Star assured Rictor softly, and finally his eyes were clear and a semblance of a smile alighted on his lips. He had spent all that destructive energy by punishing his body, and he felt like he could now think again. He took Rictor's hand gratefully, eager to please as a puppy. If only he could erase the lines of concern that seemed to have taken permanent residence on Rictor's face.