"How often do you need to do this practice? Hm, Treasure?"
"Ah... o-once a week."
"Alright, then be ready next week."
Now, with his eyes burning under the fluorescent lights and his consciousness ebbing and flowing like waves hitting the shore, Le An remembered the last thing Taras had told him that night.
Perhaps because it had been such a long time since he last saw Taras, Le An recalled those moments often. The warmth of that moment.
In truth... doing the pheromone practice once every two weeks would have been enough. But Le An had lied, just so he could be close to Taras more often.
Now, as he lay on the stretcher surrounded by experimenters in the lab room, Le An smiled to himself.
One of the doctors looked at the smile on his weary face and said, "His consciousness is fading in and out, we mustn't let him drift off."
