Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

Guilt flashes through him as Midar apologizes, and he silently vows not to allow his bad mood to ruin their morning, pulling away slightly to look at him. I don't think I can, He admits when Midar offers to let him sleep, pausing a few beats. When he speaks again, his voice wavers slightly, tone betraying his rawness and leaving him uncomfortably vulnerable. I-I'd like it if you could just... hold me for awhile, please. His voice breaks slightly on the last word and he sucks in a breath, pressing his face back into Midar's fur. Normally he might feel embarrassed to make such a request, but he's too tired and in need of comfort for that right now.