The Tangle composer but never composed

Yeah, I miss her too, he admits. Not just the advantage Thetis gave them, but her company in general.
It’s been the three of them since their journey away began, and after leaving his life behind, he feels a crippling loneliness—the urge to be close, warmed and cared for. Reserved he might be, yet comfortable enough he’d been within their former circle, with Proteus looking at him as if he lit the stars in the sky.
Nereus tucks near, burying his muzzle into his scruff, leaving the places he touches doused in gasoline—ready to spark at the smallest flame.
A shuddering breath escapes him.
How about a game?