Kildeer Rest chhod gaye balam mujhe

His chest tightened as Aditya said his name, and for those brief moments he was struck with all the possibilities. It was easier to care about him than it was with the others— after all, he had cared. And, more importantly, Alarian knew nothing about him but his name, his pack, and that his intentions were perhaps too good; as golden as he was, and ill-placed in this world.
And, he was reminded as the male spoke again, his mate. He swallowed hard at the admission, ears pinning back. Oh— Aditya, I... I'm sorry, Alarian was reminded of his own experience with unfaithful lovers; only twice, but perhaps that was too many times. Looking at Aditya, he was certain once was too many. He crept closer tentatively, unsure of how to comfort him. Was there any way to help with this?
He swallowed again, reluctantly recalling his own past feelings. Part of him knew that Aditya wouldn't be the same way, but it was all he had to draw on. Alarian reached hesitantly to press his nose to his friend's cheek for a brief moment, if allowed. I'm here, He assured him softly; it was the only thing he could think to say. After a couple beats, though, he thought to add (perhaps a little more passionately than he really should feel about it, though still quiet): You don't deserve that.