boy talk

Just having someone there to offer up the words to was a comfort to Oxide, it was weird that he felt so much relief in placing his emotions out for a near stranger to evaluate. Sota was compassionate though, he offered his full attention as well as a supportive shoulder if Ox had need of it. Oxide perked his rusty ears towards Sota as he spoke back, his words a slight comfort as he told him that they could still mourn together despite the differences of opinion. The new father nodded solemnly, they could still be there to support each other.

He looked over to watch as Sota shifted himself, relocating a bit closer and offering his tiny shoulder to lean on. Oxide might have chuckled if he wasn’t so overwhelmed with grief. He lowered himself to his elbows beside the smaller wolf, his shoulders aligned with Sota’s. Oxide hesitantly leaned his head against the man’s offered support. He sighed heavily against Sota, and felt the emotions rush through him. Phantom was gone..

”I want to be strong so I can support her.” He was used to being strong physically, the emotional strength he had was severely lacking. ”She’s stopped talking almost entirely.” He spoke softly, still unsure why it was so easy to open up to the Songa. ”I’m sorry to bring all of this to you,” but he felt comfortable here beside the exoticly marked wolf. ”I.. really appreciate this.” Being close, having a shoulder to lean on.. He felt lucky to have such a devoted band member beside him.