Shadewood This is the story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down

Laroche felt the blow of artic from Cry, even from the tiny sentences Cry had given as a response. But the agouti had felt it, and pulled his coat close to keep from freezing in the subzero warning Cry's secrecy warned him with. It was a smart move, moving elsewhere. Laroche had saved himself, preserved his relationship with Cry by lack of heading into the warning winds. 
The Phantom appreciated the male's respect that much more. 

"She has that effect on people- her youth is open, telling."  Cry brought himself to admit a truth to the no-longer-strange man. "You're a smart man, Laroche." He wouldn't deny the man a compliment where he had deserved it. The ex-Assassin  didn't give them out freely, either. "When the time comes, you will know. But until then, you have my blessing to bear with her, should her wishes align with yours."