Sun Mote Copse slow dancer, no answer

An unexpected as his brother's closeness was in that instant, the older of the pair took it in stride. This had left him conflicted no doubt, but concluded some notions, so this was just par for the course. He moved enough to deepen the gesture, or at least be plenty open to it once he knew what was going on. When he arced away, it was with a soft exhale of a sigh to his brother's heavy farewell.

He tried to let it go, or at least not let it stick. Same to you, brother.. he offered on the deep dip of that nod. Jarilo squeezed shut his eyes as he began the pivot in earnest, though not before leaving with one last lingering look. A deeply-seeded part of him felt bad for this as he looked behind his dark sibling, whatever it was that made leaving now hard, but choices had been made. Jarilo was standing by his--and respecting Arcturus' want for whatever this was supposed to be, in the end.

Right now, though he hated the word, but chuffed a low, muffled goodbye as he finally went on his way back to where he had come from.