Don't go breaking my heart

He held still as she moved closer to him. Treating her like one likely to startle at any sudden movements. He could see she was familiarising herself with being near him again. Pushing gently, to see what she could manage. If she was not angry at his suicide attempt, then it was the fear. He had truly and terribly frightened her when he had woken from the terror. She was right to be frightened of him. They both knew how it could have been.

He missed curling up with his little ones, missed their warmths, and the familiar sounds of their breathing. It hurt to hold them at arms lengths.

He let out a soft sigh of relief at her request, a smile warming his muzzle as he crouched down low to the ground. “Of course, love.” he said gently, opening his arms and let herself fold into them as much or as little as she desired.


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