Life Among The Dead

His expression dimmed some as she went on, not upset though it may have come off as some kind of harsh. But really he was just showing that he was tuned in to just what Mariah wanted to say. He was open to listening to what she had said about him. It wouldn't put a rift between them whatever she was feeling.

He wasn't very good at initiating things himself, at least the more physical things. Subtle touch came easy for him, touching her paw, pulling her chin, but maybe he was a little afraid of being too pushy. He couldn't put his own claw on that idea, because he had never really been scared of himself or the desire that ran deep in his core. But he would have much rather had a closer relationship with someone rather than rush into indulging in them. Maybe he liked being physical too much and that was the problem.

Mariah looked back out at the lake as he took just a moment to gather his thoughts. His motivation, his intentions. It was simple on the surface, it probably dug much deeper than he was willing to find. "I just want to see those I care about happy." If only for a little bit, he would leave out. If Mariah had a bad day, he hoped he could do something to make her feel a little better. A hunt, a stroll, a kiss. It didn't really matter to him. His paw rose from hers to gently trail along the curve of her shoulder, his eyes watching as it waved over her dark fur before he looked back to her ghostly eyes, "If you want something all you have to do is ask." At least she didn't have to tip toe around, wondering what he did or didn't want. Though that may have opened up a whole other realm of questions. How far he was willing to go, and what he had been asking himself for a long time now. What he wanted out of his life long term. It was easier to do things on the whim than to think he needed things set in stone.

"Cerberus Kline"