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A heart made of glass. He wonders how children of war could ever cope but knows he’ll do his best to help. Shiro wouldn’t just leave Zee to fend for himself, he couldn’t, it wasn’t within his capabilities at all to do something like that. So he thinks to teach, to help ensure he’s comfortable and well taken care of. To make sure that he’s happy, as much as he can be, anyhow. A smile curves his lips and the paladin doesn’t mind the claws in the slightest. (Since when has he?) “I’ll teach you,” he hums the words and his unoccupied hand raises to gently tousle the other’s hair. How adorable, he thinks. “I’ll be depending on you in the future to help me out sometimes with it.” A continuous task and capability, to be able to do something and yet also to give him something to learn so he can grow.
Zee enjoyed the company of others, especially staying with Shiro. Something about his aura made him feel safe and warm. He enjoyed how he was patient, and taught him things. Whatever it was, he always found himself at his side when he was upset or sad, “ O-Okay. I tr-trust you. ” he hummed, the noise turning into a small purr. He truly meant this words too. Shiro had done so much for him already, and he was just grateful for him.
His ears lowered at the feeling of his hands in his hair, but soon they perk back up after his hand was removed. His smile still remained, and the grip on his hand only tightened, “ You can...c-can depend on m-me! ”


















