Travis has never claimed to be a pure, well-wishing guy.
No, he knows his darkness, its bounds, and all that comes with it. He embraces it. accepts it wholly.
He has spent enough time in it, perhaps too much, to know not to shame or hide who he is.
The walls are slick with the rain that's pouring down, heavy enough to hide the minimal noises he is making as he climbs up the wall.
Inconvenient enough to make his hold slippery.
But not enough, if anything, to make him stop his ascent.
His hair is sticking up on his face as he lands lightly on the familiar balcony.
Travis knows who he is, and Day is about to as well.
He had hoped he would keep this side of himself away, locked down so far away it won't seep.
But with how he feels for his mate, his own fears, his mind making up scenarios, whispering all kinds of things …
It's too late now.
