@honeid said: “ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ”
he chuckles, shaking his head. you don’t need to. if there was anyone who understood that, it was him. words would always fail in one way or another. but actions ? those would always show the truth with clarity.
his hands, both once settled in his pockets, became separated as he placed one on her shoulder as a means of comfort. and, then, he pulls her rather forcefully into what was supposed to be a friendly embrace. in the pack, such affection was oft accompanied by a nip behind the ears, but he suspected that wouldn’t bode well ...
this was what he was supposed to do, right ?














