Oh, uh... good morning...?

When Henry spoke it did not give Beauregard any comfort. Fine? It didn’t seem fine. A small whine escaped his lips, the worry for his partners filling him. What Henry said made his heart sink. Tanelan was missing? But how? He didn’t doubt Henry’s words… but if they couldn’t feel him… how was that possible? Tan had been the host. The one that held them all together. Beau watched as Henry began to pace. “Henry, it's not fine and you and I both know it. Look at you, you’re worried sick.” Beauregard moved to his side, trying to slow the pacing of the other male down. “I want you guys to calm down. Lay with me. Tell me about what you’ve been experiencing since he disappeared.” His blue eyes met with theirs. “We’ll figure this out together… I promise.”

"Speech" 'Thought.'