Morningside Cuesta how long have I been your fool?

The silence brewed high with clouds of steam so heavy she thought that she might suffocate beneath them. Once she'd had time to think about it later, Khoe probably would have realized that this was a gas bubble, or a pup playing footsies with her gut. Don't be like that, she teased, her voice so soft one would've had to have strained to even make a guess.

It touched her to see Grayday so vulnerable and open; here he was, her protector and guide, tearing up in the dark. She let her snout rest on his head so that she could draw in a breath of his scent, his presence, his essence. In that moment, Khoe longed to know who he was beneath it all more than anything else.

You know if you get all mushy that I'm only a few steps behind, and I gaurantee you don't wanna see that. There was nothing more pitiful than when she allowed her emotions to get the better of her, especially now that they'd been mixed so perfectly with her hormonal cocktail of a mind. And with even Grayday falling under the influence of the pure love that surrounded them, no one could be safe from the waterworks.