Ravensblood Forest there is lightning in this room, above our heads waiting to strike

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It takes a few hours for him to calm down. By the time the tears stop, he's red-eyed and exhausted, face fur ruffled and damp with tears. He doesn't bother to clean up before he goes to find @Kratos, though. He feels too hollow by now to really care whether his mate knows he's been crying.
When he finds him, his heart clenches at the sight, and he forgets all the things he'd planned on saying. His mind is blank as he halts several feet away, but somehow he still feels overwhelmed, as if a million thoughts are racing through his head. Do you think I'm ugly? The words that slip from him aren't what he'd wanted to say, or really what he means, either. What he actually wants to know is if his... defect is the reason behind Kratos's earlier reluctance — but he doesn't know how to ask that directly. Because I'm... different. He adds after a beat, and decides it's close enough to what he'd intended. Nevermind that both questions are rather ridiculous, given their relationship status; for the boy who spent his childhood thinking his entire family hated him without any real evidence, it isn't much of a stretch.