Cerulean Cape where the moon is made of gold

There was a sound beyond Coelacanth that made his ears twitch, but he didn't move to glance over her head for any reason. It was probably just something happening at the party - some story, or a song maybe - and he was too busy dwelling on all the things he'd lost in the past few months anyways. In that moment the dark girl had shifted closer; he felt the delicate nature of her body next to his own, the warmth that spread between them, and adjusted so that his chin was on her leg, which itself was criss-crossing his forelimbs.

Screech wasn't a cuddly individual (or he hadn't the chance to experiment with such a thing as cuddling; the event with Sorina notwithstanding), but he found her proximity to be a comfort. He had no more words — speaking anything at this point would just lead him to a crackling voice and the spilling of emotions, and of all the things Screech considered himself to be, he thought he was too much of a man now to start blubbering like a fool. He had it backwards; Screech had, and always would be, a fool first.

At the very least he wasn't lonely right now. He had this exotic stranger lending him an ear, showing him kindness. In the end he couldn't hold off the weight of it all. The ocean was crashing around them and sheltered whatever noises he might make and this kept him separate from the party just up the beach, and while he felt absolutely in control of himself, Screech felt a wetness to his face that hadn't been there before - and as the flood gates opened, he burrowed his nose against the fur of the girl, and began to sob.