Cassiopeia's View in my dreams, i am supreme

Without meaning to, his ears fell back, presenting an uncertainty towards the conversation. Maybe the dusk-ridden Rochester hadn't expected anything more— much less something he didn't know immediately how to respond to. His ears pressed forward again, his expression becoming intense as he irrationally thought that this wolf knew. Could he tell? Read his deepest secret like a book? Was his standoffish attitude making it obvious? No... right? He couldn't know... could he?

"Yeah, well... what of it?" Nate wasn't an eloquent man by any means; he couldn't find true affection for anyone besides his brother and sister, and he often had trouble connecting in a meaningful way. All in all, it made for a wolf with poor social skills. Either, that, or he was repressing. He brooded unhappily, trying to relax; trying to rationalize that his attraction was hidden by his blatantly forced unfriendliness.