Phantom Hollow it's a dangerous business, going out your door

Some part of the boy sensed that his own response was lacking— he found it typically was. It had never bothered him until now. Cortland pressed closer as if to convince his stark friend of his interest that way, face tucked against his fur. He stayed that way for several long moments. It was easy— easier than trying to find the proper words.
Will you tell me more? The Mayfair made his request softly, pulling away from Phocion only for that moment so as not to muffle his words. It was not purely an attempt at patching his prior lackluster response; he did want to hear more. Cortland reached to nose the other's cheek affectionately, ears half cocked back. If this was what Phocion belonged to, perhaps he could belong to it, too. Perhaps this could offer more than his mysterious past.