Because Friday is black for me

The younger man visibly forced himself into composure as he turned to look at the former Archangel. After a moment, he admitted that he wasn’t alright, then queried as to regulus’ identity.

The older man smiled gently, nodding. “That I am…. If you need an ear, I’m open. As any uncle should be, even if it is a bit belated…”

A regretful sigh hissed from his jaws as he lowered his haunches to the ground, absently making a note to see what Paladin had for aging joints. Fathomless sapphire eyes studied the man before him, spotting similarities between the male and Faite. Both blue and gold ringed this younger man’s pupils, though Faite had been Gold on one side, blue on the other.

The dove grey was much lighter than Faite. The father, maybe? He’d never met the man who’d gotten with his middle litter-sister. Just as he’d never met Elias, although he wished dearly that he had… with his teeth buried in the bastard’s throat, or ripping off his genitals. Or both. Both would have been good.

Gently he asked, “Is everything alright in Lirim?”