Don't Look Through The Curtains

He was a little surprised when she said she loved Indigo, but in reality he also wasn't. He had seen how she was always with him, always affectionate, but they all were to an extent. With just Gypsy as an exception, they were all pretty close and affectionate and slept in a pile together at night. He loved Indigo, but probably in a very different way than Duchess felt like she did. It made him wonder if she was really adressing the trauma she went through or hiding from it, but he couldn't force her into anything. He could offer her advice or a shoulder to cry on or any combination of the two, but there wasn't much else he could do, no matter how bad he felt for his friend. He didn't comment on her proclaimed love, just letting her speak now that he had said his piece.

He watched her curiously as she began to speak, but quickly stopped herself, saying how she didn't want to talk about it. He gave her a slight tilt of his head, but didn't push her. He figured that if she ever wanted to explain she could on her own pace. Or if she never wanted to that was okay too. "Okay. If you're sure," he said with a soft smile, gently rubbing her back again. "I'm always available to talk if you change your mind." He let his head rest on the stone under them as well, letting silence fall between them while she played with the fur on his chest and he gently scratched along her back for a while, his eyes closing as he steadily started to relax more and start drifting toward sleep. He still hovered somewhere in-between, easily woken up if spoken to, but not far from falling into a deeper sleep if left alone.

Segin Epsilon