time flies when you're crying

In the middle of his release of emotions over the tragedy that had struck, he had been blind to the approach of Sverre. During the panic that had settled over the festival grounds, Kuroo had been caught up in the sorrow of those that had been lost. There had been a moment of panic while he made sure that Sverre's scent hadn't been mixed in with the blood and decay. He hadn't even been sure if Sverre had been to the festival yet, but his hopes of seeing the blue-coated knight had not dwindled.

When the light pressure of someone wrapping themselves around him began to press against his body, Kuroo froze for half a second. Muscles rigid as his nostrils flare, inhaling deeply the scent of the one who had come to comfort him. "Sverre," he mumbled as he realized who it was. Without a second thought, Kuroo leaned into Sverre with eyes closed and teeth clenched together. Holding back the sob he wanted to let out, he buried his face into Sverre's chest. There didn't need to be any more tears shed. He had mourned enough for those that had been lost. He still had his family, his other friends, his pack, and now Sverre as well.

"I am sorry I did not come to find you sooner," Kuroo whispered into the warm fur of Sverre.

"Speech"