Afterparty for Sad People

Lachlan had been a whole lot less drunk than Abby when they’d first met that fateful night. He didn’t hold her forgetting his name against her in the least. Maybe he wouldn’t have remembered hers if she hadn’t made such an interesting impression. Or maybe he was better with names than he thought. It didn’t matter though, Abilene went on to tell him it was his right to cry and he should do it for himself.

”But maybe everything will turn alright in the end. One tunnel collapsing makes for a great new escape tunnel or something.” He couldn't remember the saying anyway. He wasn’t sure what to say as he seemed to bring back some ugly memories and he could guess what she’d been through. His own memories were more vibrant than he wanted maybe, but they were good. He didn’t regret meeting Tyrian, but he still wasn’t sure how to process the feelings he had about those memories.

He leaned against her a little more heavily, he offered a small smile but he didn’t put his eyes to her, he could feel the tension in her body. ”Yeah. There were.” He didn’t want to agree too heavily, but Tyrian was a tall man. Russet ears fell to his skull as his own blush tinged at white fur.