The Sunspire cravings of an intense and odd variety

"it's not your fault," terance reassured her softly. it was his. all his. it wasn't seabreeze who walked and wrecked everything she dared to touch-- it was him. it was terance. she hesitated, and terance again was hit with a blow to the chest that reminded him how horrible he was at something as simple as friendship. not even thinking about hydra, because that was a whole other story-- but something as pure and novice as he and seabreeze were... he'd taken it and crushed it beneath his hips as they had rocked so easily against hers. and now what were they? would they ever know? would either of them ever stop second guessing something as plain as a touch to the shoulder?

not today. 

she did, however, choose to move towards him. which, in this moment, terance appreciated. his feelings were still left unsorted and with the weight of wrean's disapproval baring down on his shoulders maybe they wouldn't be sorted for a while to come-- but this was fine. this was needed. he leaned down slowly, feeling her against him and sighing softly, resting his cheek against her swollen sides-- waiting. gentle hope sparked in his chest. that maybe this would be something he could save. even if seabreeze forever despised him for forcing an unwed pregnancy upon her... maybe these pups would be something he could do right. he only hoped she would let him stick around long enough to see them grow.

he raised to look at her-- she held no malice in her gaze, what about her worried him so much? "how many do you think you'll have?" he asked quietly, ears cupping forward.