[He's so confused with his own feelings that he never protests. He ends up in Lycaon's lap, fluff tail wrapped around his waist, arms pulling him close into embrace. He sinks into gentle warmth, soft closeness, sweet promises, patient words realizing more and more how badly he's been longing for all of them.

They're strangers, he keeps on reminding himself, and yet it doesn't feel important at all. He's never felt this kind of strong connection to someone before. In the past, in a different world he's heard of people looking for soulmates or their destined other half and he can't help but wonder if meeting one's soulmate feels just like this. Just this overwhelming sense of wanting to be by the other's side.

He's silent for a moment or two, taking in the warmth that wraps around him, before he pulls away, just enough to look at his companion. His hands slowly reach up to touch Lycaon's cheeks and brush the fur there ever so gently.]

I'm enjoying every moment with you.

[The blush on Aether's cheeks is still there, but his eyes are on his companion, gazing at him with fondness.]

I'm just worried that... I'll keep on wanting more from you. That I'll want to always have you by my side.

[They're strangers, this is crazy. And yet Aether's heart only beats faster in his chest.]