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It was easy enough to follow Damien into the den and lay down by his side, curling up alongside him, placing his head along Damien's neck. The way their bodies melted into each other always seemed so natural, as though they were made to do so, with Damien being larger and Cicero smaller and thinner. He closed his mismatched eyes momentarily as his tongue slipped from his mouth in contemplation.

Damien wanted to know what was heavy on his mind, of course, but then, if there was one thing this world had taught Cicero: "We do not always get what we want." His ears twitched and he nosed the soft fur behind Damien's ear as though to demonstrate his point in case. Cicero wanted more from Damien, yet he did not have it either. "And at times, it is better that way, for what we want is often not what we need." He knew that the information that burdened him was not something that'd make Damien's life better, and so he would carry it alone.