Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

Despite his wanting desperately to reconcile with his lover, the fact that he still had no response to his question continued to nag at him. He wanted to bring it up again, but Alarian was pressing his face into his fur and the beast found it hard to concentrate on really anything other than the feeling of his warmth and the scent overwhelming his senses with each inhale. He draped his head over the other man, engulfing him in an embrace. He inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent once more before finally deciding that as much as he needed Alarian right now, he needed an answer to his question more. Otherwise, he would just stew over it until it turned what they had into something dark and destructive. You never answered my question, he said apprehensively, still wrapped around his lover as the quiet words left his mouth.