I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend

He couldn't take it anymore. Sure, he was surrounded by family in the Hallows, some he didn't even know he had and even a plethora of nieces and nephews, but it wasn't the same as someone you wanted to be with. Not that he didn't want to be with his family, but he did want his family to grow, by one specific wolf in particular.

To say that he was nervous would be an understatement. He hadn't talked to or seen Sorcerer since the bonfire and frankly, he was worried the man had found a reason to run off. Was his family too big? Had he been intimidated by his family, particularly that his brother was leading the castle-dwelling pack? He was honestly afraid to find out, but he didn't want to lose another love. Losing Malachai (or rather, the radio silence) had nearly destroyed him. If Sorcerer had moved on, he wasn't sure what he would do with himself. Though it would probably start with a large bottle of wine all to himself alone in his room, it wouldn't be the first time he spiraled.

With each step, he got more and more nervous. He didn't know where Sorcerer had been living, though he knew he hadn't been with a pack. That made it even harder to find him, but he had to start somewhere and that was with crossing the Bifrost. He took a few nervous deep breaths as he crossed the land bridge into Boreas and paused, trying to calm his nerves yet failing quite miserably. No time like the present, he supposed, and so he tilted his head back and called out for the man, his voice noticeably nervous despite his best efforts to sound somewhat normal.

"Speech!"