If I stop fighting, I’m going to think about Chel. Lexx thought, not wanting to share his thoughts with Riley. I don’t want to think. I want to fight. Thinking would distract him too much. He didn’t want to be distracted by anything while he was fighting.
“I’m here to talk about it, Brother.” Riley reached out over the more personal confines of the relay.
Calming hues of pale yellow with drifting white snowfall that sparkled and floated weightlessly flowed upward around the pair. Lexx looked out of the corners of his eyes at Riley, unsure of what to say.