Firefly Glen i wanna love somebody

"lyra," he echoed, relieved she did not leave in a hurry. he really did need the company, and though he'd never say so out loud, he was pleased that he'd found some. "i was looking at the stars," he then offered, a small offering of conversation. he lowered his rump back to the ground, the fur along his shoulders beginning to lie flat again. his green eyes scanned her for a moment, hoping that he could get some sort of read off of her... but she just looked a bit nervous, anxious-- certainly timid. he hoped she wouldn't stay that way, he didn't like frightening people he didn't mean to, people who didn't deserve it.

and besides, he really just wanted some company.