Altar of Twilight valacirca

The fact of the matter was that Aesop still had a crush on Alastor. Not in love, they'd only met once. Oh, but he got a little warm in the face just hearing the younger wolf. There was no denying that Aesop was attracted to him, but he could still play it cool. A little puppy crush was nothing, and could just as easily fade as it could strengthen.

The simple sound of his name, the sound of it both foreign and familiar, set Aesop's tail to wagging. Yet the following question had his smile slipping, a troubled line forming between his brow. Where did you go? and Why did you go? seemed to be the questions on everyone's mind. At least the former was easier to answer than the latter. Man, I went everywhere I could. It was my final hurrah as a wanderin' man, he said, now smiling easily. The things that I saw, Alastor. I'd never been so far north. But now I've seen it all, and I'm settlin' down. It's the easy life for me, now.

He paused to let that sink in, then asked a question of his own. Tell me about how things are goin' with you.