Royal was back with Enma. He was still figuring out how to help the man without getting into trouble, and it was turning out to be a lot harder than he had initially thought it would be. But whenever Rick had last visited him, he had kept the chain long; in fact, he thought it was the longest it had been in a while. Royal didn’t understand what caused the chain to be longer or shorter, and when he asked, Enma had said he didn’t know either.
Enma was sitting right next to the bars, and Royal was sitting on the opposite side, staring at him, his legs crossed with a soft smile. “What?” Enma asked, frowning. “Do I have something on my face?”
“Besides the usual?”
Enma rolled his eyes, a coy smile on his face. “And, what, pray tell, is the usual?”
“Dried blood, bruises and drool.”
“I do no
