Even though she said he wasn't bad he still felt bad. Greer had upset her and friends did not upset friends. And that’s what they were — right? — friends? His nose twitched at the word as he struggled to focus his thoughts. Whatever the apples had done to him was wearing off, but there was a dull ache from somewhere in the back of his skull. He frowned, even as Kyna nestled into his side.
The sound of her voice was comforting, causing his tense shoulders to drop and relax. Whenever he was with her it was as though time stopped, as cliché as it sounded. Nothing else mattered but her and, sometimes, he would even forget about where they hailed from until it was time for them to part ways. There was nothing he despised more than when they had to return to their packs. Greer would rather sit through forced small-talk than leave the redhead, but the option never arose. Instead, he was forced to leave the comfort of her presence and sulk back to the monadnock. He never thought that Kyna would feel the same; surely there were far more interesting wolves back in the Bend…
His ears quivered as she mentioned that she, too, thought of him, wondering how he was doing. A faint smile attempted to work it's way onto his inky maw, his silver gaze focusing on her golden irises as she spoke. He did not interject as she continued, the words dancing off her tongue and filling the space between them. Once she finished he swallowed, hard, before giving his head a slow shake. “Not weird,” he started, quietly, his voice growing more firm as the spell of the apples ebbed away. “Greer… Greer feel same.” Another pause, his throat tight. “Want Ky with him. Always.” He exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Greer not know what want either. Just know Greer want Ky.”