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Matching perfectly Laurel's lamentations of not seeing eye to eye with Mahler, ever, Mahler himself started to cry. It was hard to keep her stone cold façade up in the face of watching someone that she cared about so deeply break down that way. Mahler had always been the composed one. She was the one who had broken down in front of him, but never the other way around. It was harrowing to see him this way.

He commanded her to speak, but instead she moved in towards him and pressed herself against him in a hug inside the shallow den, her fur sticking out as it was never made to fit both of them at once. She'd never been good with words.

Well. Never been good with honest words, anyway.

Truthfully, she could not place her own feelings. She didn't know what she wanted. Her memories and feelings of Mahler were overshadowed by what happened during her heat in both positive and negative ways, marred so that it was hard to see beyond that one moment in their timeline and see — figure out — feel — what it was that they had or didn't have. She didn't know.

All she knew was that — I can't lose you. Laurel choked back a sob of her own as she admitted this to him, quietly, words meant only to stay within this little den. Don't fucking go. Please. I don't know why but I — I need you. She pressed her face close to his because she wasn't ready to see his expression, his reaction to this heartfelt confession. Whatever it was that she needed him for, whatever it was that they were or weren't; all Laurel knew was that she wasn't ready for Mahler to die. Maybe everything else didn't matter so much. At least for the moment. Laurel didn't remember ever feeling this fragile. Not even when Iliksis... Now she felt as though her heart lay in his hands, and he had been cruel with it before.

All Mahler wanted was reconciliation. All Laurel wanted was to see him care. To hear him say it.

I need you too, Laurel.

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