Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

Tuvaq moved away, putting space between them, and he wondered why? Had he done something wrong? Asked the wrong question? Acheron sat up and stared at him. The way he blew off is question was weird. He was right, there were plenty out there that would hurt you without one thought to your feelings, even sheltered Acheron knew that, but he hadn't really answered the question. And the way he told him not to worry? That seemed kind of odd too. Acheron's mind swam, easily going into its normal overthinking pattern. He worried about everything, really, and now that Tuvaq was his friend, he would worry about him too—no matter how many times he told him not to. His gaze moved to the place where Tuvaq's paw had touched his shoulder and stayed there for a few moments before lifting back to search his companion's face. 

It kind of seemed like a big deal, he pushed, remembering the way his tone had changed—how strange his words had sounded. Some might drop it, but he wasn't used to letting go of things when his questions weren't answered properly.