[Bovice]

"Solomon..." Holden stood up and wrapped his arms around Solomon. "Please just hold me... I don't want his smell on me..." He laid his head on Solomon's chest. "A-..and don't be mad at Mystic, I told him to choose a form." He snuggled into Solomon's chest. "Why do they always come back..?" Holden smelled what ever he could from Solomon as a few tears fell from his eyes.