Firestone Hot Springs Gotta Keep The Moral Up

All you had to do was ask.
His heart lept up his throat, nails softly curling. His paws pressed against his brindle fur.

He let out a soft, low, throaty hum. He didn't care.
His eyes drew him in, a suggestion on of what Derg desired.
He could let Ronnie go, he realised. It was possible for him to have a different path in life. One...without Ronnie, yes, but perhaps that was good.

Lost in his thoughts, he let Donovan slip from his arms.
The gaze broke, snapping him from the thoughts, and he rolled onto his side, letting out a shuddering sigh. "What? Don't wanna cuddle?" He asks, feigning his hurts as greater than it was with a smile.