Silvertip Mountain you only hear the music when your heart begins to break

His face twisted in angst as Cortland opened his mouth only to have unintelligible sounds come out. Shaking his head--both in a soothing manner, and because he was disturbed by the noise--Phocion drew his tongue over the Mayfair's forehead, making shushing noises.

"It's all right," he said, though not really sure of what he was reassuring. Would it really be all right, in the end? Was Cortland doomed to be mute, forever? "Here, come lay down and I'll hold you," he suggested, flopping back a little ungracefully to his side and curling his paws in invitation. A drowsy half-smile fluttered across his face, eyes glittering.

Words didn't need to be shared for them to show their love for each other. . .even if his greatest talent was words. Whatever Cortland needed in this moment, Phocion was sure he could provide.