Not Alone

Compared to the way that he had reacted to his mother only a while ago the boy might have seemed to be taking things rather well; course that would depend on how well the casual observer could read the monochromatic boy, sure his tone was even but his posture had a sort of rigidity that suggest he wasn't quite as nonchalant as he was letting on. Thoughts were flying by at a mile an hour stopping just long for him to latch onto to the emotion attached to them before racing off and leaving him without the words to express the residual feeling.

Ears twitched back ever so slightly as Kismet spoke. Despite his lack of connections beyond his family Soren could understand his brother's intentions, if he had a friend he was that close too surely he would want to assure them he was alright as well? That did little to quell the wish that Kismet had at least let him know where he was going however. Soren could find no words however, what could he say that he hadn't already?

Kismet sighed and spoke again, filling the slight silence. "I don't expect you to hold my paw as we go about our lives, I just-" He cut himself short, what could he say? The only responses springing to mind treading the line of offensive. "I'm afraid to have misplaced my trust again; I don't want to be abandoned again; I just went somewhere really dark and I'm afraid that one day I'll go there again and this time you won?t be there to pull me back."

"I believe you." He finally relented, finishing the sentence in his head: But family isn't exactly a concept I have had the chance to put much stock into.