So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

He watched as she carefully tidied up after the healing. Trying to draw some semblance of sanity back to himself. But all he could do was watch her move about, and remember what her eyes had looked like, just a scant breath from his own. He let out a soft sigh, shaking his head and trying to clear it. He felt like he had gotten dramatically side tracked somewhere along the way here. Must have been that drug she had given him, because it definitely couldn't have been because of her eyes.

“I was actually going to find somewhere around here, the Willows looked like they could offer some shelter” he explained. He’d already made it clear he wasn’t heading back to Abaven any time soon. At her question, he realised she was a little worried she was going to get into trouble hanging out with him. He wouldn’t have normally told her, but something was loosening his tongue. “My dad died, and my sister - she rules the pack. I think she’d be upset to see me now, since I wasn’t there. You know, when…” he trailed off, looking at his paws. He could feel the heaviness in his eyes. Oh, god. He wasn’t going to cry was he? He didn’t cry. He sniffed, and then got suddenly to his paws. Just about tripping over as he put weight on his injury and remembered it was there. “Ow!” he yelped, but it did the trick. That feeling like he might cry went away.

"Senryū Cavaliere-Klein"