Needs do indeed must. Fitz looks back up at the ceiling.
Or at least he is attempting to look back up at the ceiling. And then suddenly what he is looking at instead is a curtain of black hair as it falls across his face (and it smells really nice, actually), because Huaisang is leaning across his chest to excitedly share his hunting prowess with Nighteyes. There is a steadying hand resting on top of his folded ones now, and Fitz makes sure not to move about too much lest he accidentally dislodge and knock Huaisang over from his perch. (His cheeks do feel a bit warm. Is it warm in here?)
Nighteyes' ears perk upward with immediate interest, because message received, he can sense when a hunt is imminent. Tomorrow, Hummingbird, we will hunt all the game we can catch. His tail gives a lazy sweep across the mess of bedding he's claimed for himself, and it seems his understanding that he has been called night brother pleases him tremendously, if the sudden warmth that suffuses their connection is any indication.
It pleases Fitz, too, because that warmth and knowledge washes into his own heart and reminds him, keenly, of how rare it has been for both of them to share such camaraderie with others. It has only ever been the two of them in their thoughts, with the sterling exception of the Fool whose mind Nighteyes had been able to touch and understand only once. This feels--not exactly like that, of course, because Huaisang is not the Fool, however much Fitz aches over his friend's absence and draws comfort from the unexpected similarities between them. But it is a relief, somehow, to know that he and Nighteyes are not so old and set in their ways that they can't forge new connections with new friends.
yes, these are definitely only feelings of friendship that Fitz is experiencing, nothing else is happening here.
He very nearly said 'what' again when Huaisang directs that cross look at him, because he's obviously asked a question again, and so Fitz walks his mind back to find it. Ah. Well, that one is easy enough to answer.
"Probably," he replies and cracks a lopsided little smile.
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Or at least he is attempting to look back up at the ceiling. And then suddenly what he is looking at instead is a curtain of black hair as it falls across his face (and it smells really nice, actually), because Huaisang is leaning across his chest to excitedly share his hunting prowess with Nighteyes. There is a steadying hand resting on top of his folded ones now, and Fitz makes sure not to move about too much lest he accidentally dislodge and knock Huaisang over from his perch. (His cheeks do feel a bit warm. Is it warm in here?)
Nighteyes' ears perk upward with immediate interest, because message received, he can sense when a hunt is imminent. Tomorrow, Hummingbird, we will hunt all the game we can catch. His tail gives a lazy sweep across the mess of bedding he's claimed for himself, and it seems his understanding that he has been called night brother pleases him tremendously, if the sudden warmth that suffuses their connection is any indication.
It pleases Fitz, too, because that warmth and knowledge washes into his own heart and reminds him, keenly, of how rare it has been for both of them to share such camaraderie with others. It has only ever been the two of them in their thoughts, with the sterling exception of the Fool whose mind Nighteyes had been able to touch and understand only once. This feels--not exactly like that, of course, because Huaisang is not the Fool, however much Fitz aches over his friend's absence and draws comfort from the unexpected similarities between them. But it is a relief, somehow, to know that he and Nighteyes are not so old and set in their ways that they can't forge new connections with new friends.
yes, these are definitely only feelings of friendship that Fitz is experiencing, nothing else is happening here.He very nearly said 'what' again when Huaisang directs that cross look at him, because he's obviously asked a question again, and so Fitz walks his mind back to find it. Ah. Well, that one is easy enough to answer.
"Probably," he replies and cracks a lopsided little smile.