Big Salmon Lake wake up, sleepyhead, it's happening without you

Weak. The thought slices through the haze as he belatedly registers his own tears, and his jaw tightens. No doubt his friend is disgusted by his weakness. His gaze drops, and he lets the silence stretch between them as he struggles to gain control over his emotions. It's several minutes before he feels calm enough to look up.
The moment he does, he feels breathless again. He takes a slow step forward, then another, and then he's closing the distance between them. He lowers himself as he draws near, first crouching, then crawling the last few inches as he settles directly in front of Firestorm. His head rests between his paws, ears folded and tail tucked as he looks up at his friend imploringly. He wants to speak, or to reach out, but he can't bring himself to do it; the risk of rejection is too much for him to deal with right now.