Blackfeather Woods I'm not crying, I just got dust in my eye

Burke sat before Damien, he could see his struggles and wished he would just tell him. Tell him what he was feeling so he would know what to do or what to suggest. But it seemed that his words had already done enough to touch Damien's core. Burke smiled gently, a comforting smile to let Damien know it is okay. He pushed himself to his feet, stepping closer for if Damien wanted to press his face in the thick fur of his neck. Often that was the case with a break down because the one that was crying was ashamed of doing so. He would leave his neck open for Damien to burry his face on which also showed an immense sense of trust. 

He also felt like he didn't need to say more to Damien, for now it was important that he would let it all out and give it a good cry. Burke thought this was because of losing his family members her was still clueless about Damien and Cicero. He only thing he wanted to tell Damien was that he really liked him to return if he would go, but that would come later.