บท 34: Chapter 14 - Mariano

There's nothing wrong with a husband holding his wife's hand.

But I'm certain there's something wrong with me holding my wife's hand.

I don't like people touching me in general, and there are only a few people who I allow near me. The last time I held hands with Riri was months ago, back when we were down at the dungeon. 

The guards had dutifully followed my father's instructions to rough me up, so at a certain time of the day, they'd get me out and throw a punch or a kick or more. Sometimes I let them, and sometimes I fight back. But that day she was there with me, I was too weak. When the guards put me back in my cell, I was already running a fever. Did they give a fuck? Of course not.