Little Moments

*Dayton* · 04-22-2014, 09:21 PM

Dayton leapt from stone to stone, taking caution not to fall as the wind continued to press against him. His small frame shuddered as he followed the other male. Crucifix cleared the jumps with such fluid motions... the russet boy found himself a bit transfixed by it all. His paws slipped slightly on the last boulder, and he stumbled clumsily into the sand, bumping into the younger boy. "I'm sorry, sir, I hadn't meant to slip like that." He murmured around the shell, stepping away as quickly as he could. The sand was smooth under his pads and seemed to still hold a small piece of warmth. The lanky boy settled his feet into the shifting earth, gaining as much stability as he could. Then he dropped the shell carefully and smiled at Crucifix.

"Thanks again for saying such kind things, though I still don't know what kind of a family Misha will make for me. She is much like my sister was, very delicate and vulnerable. But so sweet and kind at the same time..." How else could Dayton explain it? He was worried. What he needed was a rock to lean on, someone to give him a sense of strength and support. The damaged boy was in no shape to be the one providing that support for someone else. But by some miracle, he was already doing it. At this thought, a sigh passed his lips. "If only the family I was given had been enough. I honestly don't know how much I will be able to provide for Misha." Emotional support was unstable enough at this point. What if, someday soon, she asked him for something more? Children of their own, perhaps? That would mean a kind of physical bonding that he was just not ready for.

The male shook his brown and white head, releasing the thoughts from his mind. "I'm sure that this talk of love is boring you, Crucifix," he guessed, his lips curving up in a matching smile. "Would you rather we talk about something else?"

Walk.
"Talk."
Think.

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