[I have only one of my own but King is a very big bunny so he's more than enough for me along with my two boy-kitties. Mom's got about... twenty? bunbuns. Including an angora that she makes yarn from! She does felting.]

Some people wore their heart on their sleeves. Hank was one of them; to someone who had known Hank as long as Charles, Hank was a transparent mask that showed every little emotion behind his heart. Raven could see him just as clearly, but then again, Hank could be one of the most caring, gentle men he had ever known. That open heart usually meant a good one that would hold secrets in the depths and never let them go, that offered love and caring freely, but it also meant they could be hurt all too easily.

Kurt was most definitely that kind of person.

There was that brief moment of pride at being able to read Kurt right to get the young man to open up a little more, but that feeling of ego was quickly pushed aside. Not now, damn it. "...what about your family, this time?" he probed gently, his voice soft, just barely heard over the birds, the faint wind, and the crunch of his wheels against the asphalt.