He felt he missed some time between her lying down and her return. It was true that he had been skipping out on sleep a lot lately. He was weary of closing his eyes, his night terrors where rare, but when they came he had a terrible habit of thrashing, and his large frame could do a lot of damage to little Zee, he feared.
At the sound of her voice, he lifted his head and blinked blearly at the sheepskin door as she pushed past it and entered their den. He grinned at her greeting, ignoring the sarcasm in it. They weren’t a couple, but there was a large yet attached to that.
She immediately jumped into her nock of the house and investigated the warmly padded sleeping place. He did not fear that Zee would go cold, come winter. He stretched out his paws, rising on them slightly as he watched Zee. she didn’t stay in her bed long, before jumping down to come closer to him. “I don’t care” he said with a lazily flick of his tail. It was true that once the titan put his mind to something, he was unwavering it. Once, that had been his loyalty to Deathbelle and the Klein family - now, it was loyalty to Deathbelle, and to Zee.
He sat up as she took a seat on his Ox rug, the rug he had once considered giving to Zee, before he had found other, comfortable things to line her bed with. “I do not” he said agreeably, feeling the desire to reach forward and rub his muzzle against cheek. He did not, for Zee hadn’t completely relaxed her guard around him, and he knew she was hesitant on the chance they never actually came to be.
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