the moment Valko hears you crying, heās by your side.
it doesnāt matter if he has work, or if his pack needs him, or even if heās having his own crisis.
nothing is more important than his mate.
ācāmere, short stack,ā he says, pulling you into his lap.
he already has his ears and tail out, wrapping his arms around you tightly, his tail landing in your lap so you can run your hands through the fur to calm yourself.
Valko keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck, tracking your scent as he holds you. he doesnāt push for answers, doesnāt ask whatās wrong. he just waits until your tears are under control enough for you to speak again.
āI feel so silly,ā you say, still petting his tail. ātheyāre just pixels. why am I crying this much?ā
Valko nuzzles you, readjusting you on his lap so as much of him is pressed against you as possible.
āpixels or not, that doesnāt make them any less real to your brain. or to your heart. not when youāve loved them as much as you have.ā
you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together, but Valko doesnāt move. after a while, he asks you to pull your phone out and show him your favorite game.
ātell me everything about them, short stack. I want to love them just as much as you do. they can even join the pack.ā
you donāt know how long the two of you stay on the floor, you in his lap, as you walk Valko through all of your favorite characters and storylines. but it doesnāt matter.
heās not in a hurry. heāll be there as long as you need, even if youāre there all night.
youāre his mate, after all. and heās never going to leave you.