Firestone Hot Springs i took an oath, it's killing me though

He agrees with the boy's statement, but he allows it to pass in silence, too weary to give unnecessary responses. Besides — he's far too distracted by the movement that follows, the shift of the golden boy's head over his own. He melts into the embrace, nose lifting to nuzzle the boy's neck in appreciation. The next thing he says warrants a reply, so Zephyr pulls the frayed edges of his focus together enough to give one. Zephyr, He answers into golden fur, not bothering to move. He likes where he's at right now.