He raised his head abruptly at the rainbow backed male’s approach, his ears standing alertly on top of his head. “Célestin.” He greeted, worry written all over his face. “Is everything…” He trailed off, it was evident in the way he carried himself that everything was not alright. Physical comfort in public was rare in Aytepios, even between lovers, but Pegasus couldn’t help the instinctual call to rest his head on the other boy’s back and assure him that everything would be alright.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked quietly, if only to distract himself enough to keep the distance between them. He dropped his head back down on his paws, his ears pinning back and flicking forward nervously. He reached for a story he could tell the other male in the hopes that it would cheer him up but nothing came to his mind no matter how hard he focused. It hurt him to see Célestin like this, so downtrodden when he was usually just as lively and colorful as his pelt. Pegasus had never met Blaise or any of the motley wolf’s family but in that instant he wanted nothing more than to hurt whoever hurt Célestin and damn the consequences.
