Ravensblood Forest you walk in your shadow

He blinks, caught off-guard when Kratos reveals the intentions behind his question. It isn't at all what he'd expected, though he doesn't know what he did expect. His gaze drops after a moment, ears flushing as shame creeps over him like a blanket full of bed bugs and leaves his skin crawling. He's like you.
Different.
He's always known he's different, but hearing it from his mate stings in a way he hadn't realized it could. He swallows and pushes the feeling aside, tries to answer the question asked of him. No, He says, sullen tone betraying his hurt, but he presses on without giving Kratos any time to address it. I've always known who I am. I realized others see me differently long before I met Cupid.