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He was suddenly hit with the salty scent of tears, his chest tightening further at the realization that Alarian was crying. He obviously hadn't thought through his actions before he said what he did. At the time, Midar had only been concerned with his own feelings, and he certainly wasn't prepared for exactly how bad it would feel to see the other man so hurt by something he said. What was more unsettling was the sudden fear that his companion would leave him; it was a level of vulnerability he wasn't sure he could begin to understand right now. The darkness inside him screamed for him to get out now while the damage would be minimal, but he couldn't leave, even if he actually wanted to; the draw was too strong. The last of his anger had fizzled out somewhere between scenting Alarian's tears and realizing he couldn't fight the pull between them. Silently, Midar curled around the scarred male, resting his head on his shoulders and hoping the crying would stop soon.