Sleepy Fox Hollow i can't find the words so i guess it's time

siku promptly buried his face into mahler. finding comfort in the lilac man. softly muffled his crying had become, not once did he pull away from the advisor.

he did not know how many minutes had gone by the time he finally hushed himself.

twenty? thirty? beyond even maybe.

but finally he was silent, face hot from the fit and the thickness of mahler's fur. still he did not leave the man's holding. wondering if he ever would.