[surrendered wholly to the luxurious indulgence of others. He wasn't in the habit of letting go like this—he liked his guard high—but these were strangers. They couldn't hurt him. He didn't have time to get attached, and he wouldn't miss them when he left.
All he'd miss would be the kindness.
At home, he was not an extraordinary man. He was the kind of person who stood back and blended in. He was unremarkable. But here, they treated him like a rare creature, magically captured. They wanted as much of him as they could get before the time came to release him back into the wild.
That time drew closer, but he ignored it. They kept asking when he was leaving, as if there were countless excitements they wanted to show him before they had to let him go. This made him feel warm, like sunlight through a window on a cold morning. What he didn't want to think about was going home, and how grey the mornings were there.]
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