Hoshor Plains Never in the daylight

He quietly hummed to his parroting, working his way up around Donovan's ears.
Happy. Good. He was glad the man was happy, despite all going on and all he'd been through.
He was warm, soft.
His fur patchy and thick, so Derg helped to nibble at the long tufts.

Then, the question was turned on him, and how he felt.
"Sore, but happy too."
His reply was simple, but he stopped his preening long enough to give the man a sultry look. He liked him. How he spoke and walked, and what he said, and just ughhh.
Perfect.

"I'm happy to be here with you," he finalised. Because it was true.