Burr curls around him, if Alexander will let him--drapes arms, and presses his face to the back of his neck.
"You don't have to leave," he whispers. Arm creeping around, resting on Alexander's arm. "You don't have to go."
He has a guest bed, even. Two guest beds. Alexander would not even need to stay as Burr's mate, and yet--
He likes children. Likes them very much. Aches, a part of them, for every child that died in infancy, for his grandchild, his son-in-law. Perhaps it is only right that this child die too. The wild certainly that if Alex does stay, they will both perish. His curse.
"Would you have told me? Did you want me to know?" But he did nothing to hide it. A burrian-move, if ever there was one. Inaction, making the decision for him.
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"You don't have to leave," he whispers. Arm creeping around, resting on Alexander's arm. "You don't have to go."
He has a guest bed, even. Two guest beds. Alexander would not even need to stay as Burr's mate, and yet--
He likes children. Likes them very much. Aches, a part of them, for every child that died in infancy, for his grandchild, his son-in-law. Perhaps it is only right that this child die too. The wild certainly that if Alex does stay, they will both perish. His curse.
"Would you have told me? Did you want me to know?" But he did nothing to hide it. A burrian-move, if ever there was one. Inaction, making the decision for him.