Sex: MaleEros did his best to give time for the dust to settle, but he couldn't put things off forever. @Viorel had shared with him the condition he'd given Vayko if he were to ever return, but his own mind was not yet settled. This was exactly the kind of thing he needed his advisor for, and it was both a blessing and a curse that @Rochus too was invested in this. At least, Eros would assume so - it wasn't like the older wolf shared much of himself. He followed after his distant relative's scent, gave a friendlier bark than he typically did these days. This could be a very raw conversation, one Rochus might even refuse to have altogether. This was about to be quite the test for their working relationship, Eros felt it was important that he acknowledged that, even if it was just to himself. "Rochus? I'd like to talk..." |
He stopped and turned to face the younger wolf, one ear flicking forward to show that he was open to listening. It would do him no good to be a stubborn brute and avoid what was likely to be a conversation regarding Vayko. After all, him and Eros had an agreement. “Of course. What is it you’d like to discuss?” He would make Eros be the one to bring up the topic, however.
Rochus responded with a politeness that had to be forced. Right? Eros blinked back at him, before the why of the other man pretending there wasn't an obvious answer clicked into place. His features softened ever so slightly, but he did his best to keep sympathy out of his features. He had the feeling that the old man would just find it grating. "Vayko," he responded without fanfare. "Obviously, what happened is a big deal, so if you're willing, there's a quite a bit about it I'd like to talk over with you. Both as my advisor and as his father." Of course, he wasn't about to try and force Rochus into this conversation. Eros could hardly imagine having a son at all, much less one that suddenly up and abandoned his family over not being recognized enough, or whatever. It'd be a touchy subject, that was about all he knew. |
He wasn't a traitor who abandoned his family, even if he had his own agendas and intentions.
"Very well," Rochus said briskly. His yellow eyes glanced around them, and he tipped his muzzle to the side. "Would you prefer to stand here, or walk and talk?" Keeping his paws moving seemed like an easy way to keep some of the more negative emotions at bay, considering the conversation they were about to have was likely not going to be very pleasant.
Of course nothing would be offered. Eros would have preferred to remain stationary, but watching Rochus it seemed clear that it would be easier for him to be in motion. He nodded forward, paws moving to lead the way. It didn't matter what path they took, his own focus would be on his advisor. "Did he talk to you about any of this? Tell you anything I should know?" The directness would continue, still feeling like the most merciful course of action. Even if it felt cold. He smothered that little bit of guilt, and Rochus being the way he was helped in that endeavor. Still... he wished even if Vayko couldn't have been stopped from leaving, that this conversation could have been avoided by his being more clear and up front about whatever the catalyst had been. Instead of the rambling mess he'd apparently been, by Viorel's telling. |