[Poggio]

“I am sure that will never happen.”He said happily. Robin continued eating his fill and chatting with the other. It was nice to talk to Jerial rather then simply have him ghost about the apartment. Meekly he discovered a lot of things when the boy opened up, such as the small age gap between them. Robin was about to turn legal come his next birthday and Jerial was fresh meat, his favorite color was the colors of some famous team called the Lakers and the boy loved his mother a lot. Robin found himself grinning like a mad man as he fell on his bed. He was full and exhausted. Stretching on his comforter he found the book he abandoned and pulled it closer. He ran his fingers over its smooth leather binding. Trembling he hesitated, opening to the page he left off. There was something about this story that was starting to haunt his dreams. His eyes scanned over the first paragraph of his marked page, unaware that his body grew limp against the pillows.