Aeron Hale groaned, finally stirring back to consciousness. Goddess above, his head hurt like a bitch.
"You're finally awake," a very annoyingly familiar voice shattered whatever remnants of sleep remained.
With effort, Aeron turned his head only to find Roman Draven staring at him with a toothy grin.
The boy looked relieved.
"I mean, thank the goddess you're alive. I had no idea what I'd write on your eulogy if you died considering we haven't spent enough time together." Roman shook his head solemnly. "Would've been awkward. I can't exactly write, Here lies Aeron Hale. We bonded briefly through mutual kidnapping."
Aeron stared at him blankly.
Roman continued anyway.
