Stone Circle only bring the rain

!! you get mawk's 300th <3

The warm tone of the other man aided in settling his prickling nerves, the nerves that only swallowed his mind when he was left to brew in his own troubled thoughts - the brain could conjure such nasty things, and the presence of another was enough to spark a distraction. Mawk would take whatever he could get, anything to avoid crumbling beneath mountains of hatred and longing. Of bitter loathing and pain.

The humour was not expected, and a soft glimmer of amusement twinkled in the vermillion of his gaze; despite how his chest ached, the light-hearted joke was much appreciated, for a smile had not passed across his tired features for weeks now. "Should I now," the wolfdog mused quietly, the ghost of a smile on his blackened lips. Stormclouds had gathered in his skull and they would not shift, but Alarian's presence was enough to allow a little beam of light to creep through the haze of grey, and it was greatly cherished. "I'm sure your company can't be so awful that i'd want to get rid of you."