Broken Boulder and i'll be your fever

he laughs, swatting alarian affectionately. "boring," delight tells him, "is good. less near death experiences that way." and, to be fair: "and less need for melodramatics on my part," he adds, faintly smiling. 

awake-awake now, the androgyne stretches out, rolling his shoulders. he could get used to this, he thinks. there'd been a brief period where he and mato had shared a den, but never as intimately as this. he likes it. "hey," delight says playfully, "how d'you feel about holing up for a while?" the puppies can wait sorry he's not the best father. but the idea of getting some real alone time with alarian? too tempting to pass up.