 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
He wished he could be as relaxed and easy as Tate. Nothing seemed to phase the older man. With a frown furrowing his brow, he spared one last glance down at the package in his hands before offering it to Tate, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. "This...is from my mother...made by her..." The waver in his voice betrayed him and only made him that much more reluctant to make a confession of his summer.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |