Having a jail underground was creepy, but I was pleased I knew ahead of time.
"I'm not but thanks for telling me about that, I am however afraid of the scent and of seeing stuff I haven't seen at all."
Like beaten up guys who are bloody, gutted, chained up, or worse, missing limbs; just thinking about it gave me goosebumps, and I began to lower my arms to relax.
As I did, Kyle placed his hand on my shoulder and talked quietly while extending his polo shirt. I looked at it and stopped dead in my tracks.
Looking up at him, he moved to hide his emotion while answering my unasked inquiry.
"If it's too much to have me around you, my scent will help you ease the hard time, it's not a lot but I thought it would help you, and maybe this way you would feel safer knowing I'm around but not glue
