boy talk

Oxide would never admit that he wanted help or needed help, but in that moment he did need. He needed Sota to be there for him to express himself to. Ox was a wolf that didn’t like to show his outward emotion, and digging so deeply now should have been uncomfortable. Not at all as easy as he felt opening up to the delicate man. Even he admitted to struggling with his own inner strength.

The Nightingale boy felt relieved to hear that Sota believed this to be Eris’s way to grieving, to quiet herself for a time in remembrance. Ox settled his deep ruby gaze on his paws as he thought about it. He just had to support her and be strong when she needed him to. She’d come around, time would heal all wounds. He would find his own way to grieve his lost son, and be double devoted to the one that remained.

”Thank you, then. It’s good to know you’re.. here.” He replied, if he wouldn’t accept an apology then Ox would give his gratitude. He knew he was changing as the days went by. Half a year ago he would have bottled everything up and exploded later. Now.. he was dealing with his emotions and showing gratitude. What he Eris done to him?

Oxide wasn’t the only one with a future he hadn’t expected. Ox perked a brow and offered an amused smirk. He gave himself permission to stop thinking about Phantom and enjoy the moment. He needed a reprieve if he was going to be strong for his little shadow. ”Aren’t you brave now,” Oxide teased him lightly as he chuckled. Easing himself down onto his elbows he couldn’t help as his eyes shifted to the sky. ”Are all of your people so..” He turned his features back towards Sota. ”Small?”