"Forgive me. I'm not myself, I know."
Jiyuku couldn't look her in the eye, his gaze directed inward. "I thought myself better with this but I feel I am stumbling about like a newborn kit."
He heard the click of her tongue, felt her tails weaving and entangled with his own. Her warmth pressing into his stiff figure helped relieve... uncertainty. It relaxed him for a short time, allowing that warmth to seep in.
Where all else he was confident, he was unsure he was doing right by this relationship.
"You? Stumbling?" She sounded incredulous. "Coming from the kit who stuck by me despite my splashes and insults. Numerous times," she reminded him. Her hand now sought his, their hands entangled.
"Splashes?" He laughed. "Your waves were like a tsunami. If I were less durable, I doubt even I would have survived. And we have been over this," he nuzzled the side of her head, "you were hurt. No harm was done. Except one." His brows furrowed. "It stung my pride a little bit."
She snorted, tapping his head. "You deserved it."
"I did. I was behaving like a… stuck-up bitch you called it, no?"
She nudged him, "You didn't have to repeat it word from word!"
"My memory of this is quite clear. I was behaving out of character… You didn't deserve that."
"Tama. Please. I haven't been successful with my previous relationships." He knew her however. She was loyal. Maybe a tad brutal with her honesty but remained loyal.
She raised a brow, "I haven't exactly been successful either. We're learning."
"Learning." Over a thousand years old and he was still learning to this day. "I see I haven't learned the ways of the heart."
"You have been doing well so far," she praised him. She brushed her lips against his temple. "We're still learning our own language. Give it a little time."
He smiled softly. "I like the sound of that. Our language."