Emberwood don't you worry, we'll all float on alright

Alarian pushed his muzzle to Lennon's gently when he finished, overcome at the hurt in his love's voice. For a few beats he said nothing.
I won't lose you. He promised suddenly, seriously, then tacked on to lighten things: Not with my sense of direction.
Then he felt guilty for sidestepping the role he had indirectly volunteered for-- that of comfort. He licked Lennon's cheek gently.
I think the memories we have make it tolerable. The boy murmured thoughtfully. Reminds us we had something to lose in the first place.