Panther Park I can't escape you

Their feelings were unknowingly aligned: she felt right, pressed against him, sharing their thoughts and talking. It was something she had missed more than she had realized during time she was angry with him. She was now angry with herself for wasting that time, especially after she had come so close to mortally injuring herself. But she was sure it would not be the last time she grew angry with him over something, and she thought it was at least promising that they could discuss it. It was even more promising that she had even felt the need to apologize or look deeper into her anger. There was a time when she would not have done either; she would have been unapologetically ruthless and never looked back. But that was not always the way things should be handled, and it had taken her quite a while to learn that. She was not softer by any means, but she was more willing to see more sides than just her own. 

She listened carefully as he spoke, her mind taking in and processing what he was saying. Like him, she had never put this much thought into gender and sexual preference before, and it was leaving her with a lot of unanswered questions. It seemed he wasn't able to answer her question, but she didn't really blame him. He was just trying to figure all of this out too. When he felt the need to assure her that it wouldn't change how he felt about her if he was bisexual. She nodded a little. I know, she told him gently, although she appreciated him making that a point. I was just curious. I have never given much though to these things. She nuzzled under his chin again. Thank you for saying that, though.