Cyril takes a deep breath and feels almost relieved that Sorrel has passed out and lightly won't remember any of this conversation. Slowly, he reaches up to adjust Sorrel into a more comfortable position. A part of his chest still aches from what Sorrel had told him, and probably always will.
It wasn't that he didn't want Sorrel, it had just been so complicated with Sorrel's mother and his own complicated and twisted feelings. He smooths out Sorrel's hair and lets him rest against him for now. Eventually he'll have to be brought back to the Clan and left here. That thought hurts most of all.
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Date: 2016-11-05 06:37 am (UTC)It wasn't that he didn't want Sorrel, it had just been so complicated with Sorrel's mother and his own complicated and twisted feelings. He smooths out Sorrel's hair and lets him rest against him for now. Eventually he'll have to be brought back to the Clan and left here. That thought hurts most of all.