Roy was drowning, absolutely lost under the tidal wave, unable to touch the bottom. The surface teased him, just barely out of reach and yet, so far away. He just needed a push, a spurt of adrenaline to burst through the clearing, able to breathe again. There were days where he longed to give in, to sink under the weight of these feelings. It was incredibly easy to concede, so deliciously tempting, but he fought on, stubborn and persistent.
He saw Moss out of the corner of his eye, smile on his lips and suddenly, he didn't mind the challenge.