The Last Voyages: IC Inbox

[worthallthis]

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[ukan]

The wolf comes trotting down the stairs, and hops up on the couch. He doesn't touch B, just sits there and holds up a paw as an offer; B can invite him or not.

[worthallthis]

B leans his head over against the back of the couch and stretches out his hand in Lark's direction. C'mere, wolfy-Lark. He needs to touch something, and you're not human enough to set him off.

[ukan]

Lark is a big dog, but he's learned how to be a lap dog with all that mass, and he settles the front half of himself on B's legs.

[worthallthis]

Even this underweight, B is still not terribly breakable. The weight is comforting more than painful, and for once there's no immediate thoughts of violence. He lets out a shuddering breath and folds down over Lark's back until his forehead is in his fur.

[ukan]

His tail wags, thumping against the couch cushion with a muffled sound. He's happy to stay here as long as B needs. If B wants to lay down and nap, even better.

[worthallthis]

Napping, maybe not for a while, but he does get fingers wound into his fur and before too long silent, shaking crying against his shoulder. This is probably better than the last time he broke down in Lark's cabin, if just because this time he has a little more emotional maturity and is already holding onto Lark. But it's still happening.

Lark doesn't need this, he tries to tell himself. Lark has his own problems. Lark has already done so much for him. And here he is, repaying it by sobbing silently into his fur. But he can't stop, either, not for a long time. Ten minutes, at least.