Whitefish River I'll lift you up again

For a moment, he forgets his prior concerns, caught up in the tenderness of the moment (something he hasn't felt in months) — then Evergreen's smile suddenly makes him uncomfortable in a way he doesn't recognize. Fortunately, he doesn't have time to linger on it. His companion's yawn catches him off-guard, and he tenses, bolting from the embrace with silver fur fluffed when one massive brown leg stretches over him. He stumbles a little, ending up planted firmly on his butt several steps away from Evergreen.
Embarrassment heats his face, and words are tumbling from him before he can stop himself. Don't do that, It comes out louder than he'd meant, though he's not quite yelling, tone sharp with anxiety and a hint of anger. He sounds more desperate than firm, though, and it registers a beat after he says it, sending another flush of heat through him. He rises abruptly and turns away, ears flat to his skull as he tries to hide the various emotions flooding him.