Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

Something Tuvaq would learn eventually was that Acheron was not the type to do things he didn't want to do. If he felt uncomfortable about something, he would gladly make his concerns known. His family had always been one that encouraged honesty, despite the very big secret his mom had kept from them all. Aside from that, he had never felt like he couldn't voice his feelings, and that wasn't likely to change now, given he understood them all, of course. 

He watched Tuvaq stumble around what he wanted to say, a concerned frown slowly forming on his face. Some of the things he said needed further explanation, but Acheron started with the things he could answer first. You're not making me uncomfortable, he firmly assured him. I would tell you if you were. He paused, gaze seeking the other boy's. I like this, he said gently. It makes me feel...happy and relaxed, he offered. You're definitely not hurting me, but I promise I will tell you if that changes. A smile lifted one side of his mouth, but it was soon replaced by another frown. But will you promise me the same? he asked. I'd hate to do something to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. He naively assumed that others were just as upfront about everything as he was, but he wanted to make sure anyway. 

As for his first question, Acheron finally came back to it. And I don't know if this is something that happens between other friends, he continued. I don't have much experience with friends or anything. Before you, I just had my family and the other adults in my pack, so this is all new for me. He paused to nip playfully at Tuvaq's cheek. But I like it, and it doesn't make me uncomfortable. he wanted his friend to have no doubts there.