The way that he yearns for the thing he could never have again, the buzz and warmth of skin against skin.
He is like covered rhubarb, seeking sunlight in the dark, the hunger driving it to a frenzy of creaking and popping mess. But unlike rhubarb, he can't be free of that feeling with harvest, only forced to forget.
For some reason, I really like the Duck, so this was great!
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