Blackfeather Woods the friends inside of my head

A smile crinkled the corners of Cicero's emaciated face as Scamp looked around in moderate excitement as though he hoped Damien would appear. He had probably misunderstood the question, thinking Cicero was saying that Damien was coming. "Ah," he mused and he briefly closed his mismatched eyes, almost as though he was thinking of another thing to say. But instead of rephrasing his question in more understandable words, Cicero said: "Yes, Damien is great, is he not? Cicero loves Damien very much." There was something liberating about saying those things out loud to another, and Cicero wondered why he did not do so more often. What if he would? What if he'd tell everyone in the pack? Would Damien stop being so prude about their relations then? If everybody knew, then why would he need to be ashamed? He thought about this while he wondered if Scamp understood any of it at all — but it didn't matter, and truthfully, Cicero was not sure he cared whether Scamp understood or not.