Aandag huffed at the ruffling of his hair, but otherwise didn’t object. Not from Father Death. “Haven’t I always kept you busy enough?” he asked, swatting Mors’ arm away.
“Ah-h…careful, there’s a touch of envy in that tone.” He tilted his head forward, eyes boring into the other’s as if reading him like a book. “You keep me plenty busy, but you’re not my only charge. That’s just the way of things.”
The crow bowed his head in a stubborn attempt to avoid eye contact, “So what if I am envious?” he asked looking up at Mors finally, “It’s not as if that’s new information…”
Morris’ brow furrowed for a moment, giving way to a nod shortly. “I know. C’mere.” He pulled Aandag into his arms, gentle yet firm, placing a light kiss to his brow. “It’s also nothing new that I can’t devote myself to any one individual...I know it’s hard. But there’s nothin’ I can do about it except spend time with each one when I can.” He tilted his head slightly. “You feelin’ left out?”
