A forever had passed since their flame had burnt out; the moth having long flown away. Len was peaceful with life, yet still found his heart denying sanctuary and yearning for love.

He walked the streets like any other day before finding his eyes look to a young man about his age, the deep blue hues forever recognisable. By gut, he takes his hand, ignoring all oddities. Their eyes meet, the pale azure blending with navy.

"..Follow me." He says, quietly in his certain hesitation.