Blackfeather Woods sleep is a welcome gadget in our headbondhood

Finding Taikon isn't difficult — but actually having to look at him, and greet him? That's difficult. He drops the rabbit and offers a rare smile, trying to ignore the painful flutter of his heart at the contact. Yeah, He swallows hard, trying to think of something else to say that isn't about how golden Taikon's eyes are. Golden like Kratos, like Phillip, but so much more intense. He tries not to think about how it could be a metaphor. You look... better. A slight pause. Sort of. Lying is hard, okay? His ears fall slightly, and his concerns and resentments finally come tumbling out. I should have gone with you. I could've — maybe things would be different if I had. Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?