Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

It was true he was a little surprised by the question, but he didn't mind that she asked, so his brows drew together in concern when her expression turned apologetic and her ears fell in what seemed like guilt. And then she was rambling nervously; he couldn't bear it. He reached down and nuzzled her, hoping to quiet her nerves. It's okay; I don't mind that you asked, he soothed. You can ask me whatever you want. It wasn't a promise he would give to most, yet he had no problem offering it to her. To stay true to his word, he promptly answered: No, I haven't. He wasn't the type for emotionless flings, although he once considered it just to avoid opening up to someone, but nothing had ever come of the idea because that just wasn't him. And his life hadn't left much room for a relationship, too busy training, and then grieving, and then running. And when he did finally take control of his life, he was too busy being lost...Since she had brought it up, he was curious now, as well, and followed his admission with his own question. Have you?