Blackbeak Bluff Devoted to neurosis now

His ears fall against his crown as it becomes clear that his lover is intent on whatever talk they need to have, and he pulls away slightly, stomach tightening with irrational anxiety. It should be obvious that nothing is wrong, given the way Midar had greeted him, but... he can't help but wonder. Alright, He says softly, swallowing. What is it? He studies his lover's features for a moment, gaze dropping when the sight inspires another bolt of anxiety. Every time he looks at him, he sees the glaring differences between them, and he's certain that one day Midar will really look too, and he'll realize that he can do much, much better; even knowing that today is likely not that day, it is a fear that cuts him with each breath.