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yes, he agreed, though half-heartedly. i suppose. . . he didn't know anything about love. he knew—he knew he loved his siblings? and (begrudgingly) his parents, too? when he looked at aphrodite, he didn't feel that. but maybe it was different. he had no way of telling.

he sighed as she pressed her muzzle under his, talking of her traumatic experience. i understand, surya murmured in some agreement, nodding. it felt nice to have her so close—was this love?! damn. . .he just didn't know. he liked it, for sure. he didn't want it to stop.

can i tell you something about myself? he whispered, voice pitched even quieter than before. his face drew tight, ashamed. someone i haven't told anyone else here. well. . .besides my brother. he pulled away then, eyes widening. my brother's here, he told her, all but bouncing in place in his excitement. have you met—? well. . .you will. but anyway—

the yearling sucked in a breath, feeling one hundred and fifty percent awkward and zero percent confident.