Strong…reaching…they had lifted him out of the battlefield.
Strong…tender…they had soothed; they had comforted.
Strong…patient…they had taken him out of his silence and had given his world meaning, as he mimicked and learned.
Now, as Felipe stared in alarmed disbelief, when he wanted nothing more than to take hold, he pushed them away.
Strong…menacing…they had shattered his world. They had robbed him of his sense of sense of safety; they had stolen his trust.
He felt his muscles flinch; his breath caught in his chest.
Never, in his wildest dreams, would he ever have believed that he could fear Diego's hands.