[ Wu meets his eyes, concern threatening to spill over into fear ]
I think she's a sweet, young baby who's probably terrified and I didn't take good enough care of her! It'll be all my fault if she's not okay, if she, she--
[ He can't even think about it. He can't think about if she drowned or got lost or hurt. It's his fault, thinking of taking a raccoon with him into that ocean, but what choice did he have? ]
I know her! I know her. I can think like her. Fritter, baby, please...
[ He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. What would Fritter do? Where would she go? Considering that she's okay. She has to be okay. Something thrums in his chest, telling him that she's okay--
Wait.
Something thrums in his chest, and his eyes drop, because he can feel it. Really feel it. It's expanding from him in smoke and feeling and he should be scared, but instead that fear settles in him because this is
Fritter.
She forms in the smoke, clinging to Wu's robe, poking holes in it with her little claws, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care because tears are pricking at his eyes and she's here, she's safe and he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close as a loud sob rips itself from him. ]
Fritter! Fritter, baby, you're okay!
[ Warmth and love floods over him and that only makes him cry more because now he has his two favorite beings in the world with him, his family. ]
[ Mako knows this thing, this spiral where Wu works himself up all on his own, his fear getting the better of him until he isn't thinking rationally anymore. It's not at all a helpful reaction to a crisis, but Mako's dealt with worse. He curls his hand around Wu's elbow, intent on calming him down and telling him to focus because they're never going to find Fritter if he's standing here panicking, and they clearly can't do anything else until they do—
And then the smoke starts, and alarm replaces all of Mako's calm. It should be even weirder, except he thinks about stars and an endless frozen lake and furry limbs, the sharp scent of ice and snow in his sensitive nose.
He barely manages to get Wu's name out, manages only to get an arm around his shoulders as the smoke coalesces into a familiar shape, clinging and small, and Wu sobs and practically collapses into her. ]
Woah—
[ He's not sure if he's catching Wu or Fritter or both, but they're kind of a tangle of limbs, suddenly. Wu seems whole and alright, even though he's crying, and Fritter—it's definitely Fritter, Mako would know that face anywhere—is okay.
[ Wu's a little more than overwhelmed, holding Fritter close, feeling her little hands on him, feeling Mako's arms wrapped around the pair of them. He can feel love, actually feel it, and he doesn't know what to do with that. It fills him up in a way he's never felt before, like he's filled to bursting and the tears flow freely down his face, but he's laughing instead of sobbing now, and sprinkles Fritter's little head with kisses before turning to kiss Mako too, taking his lips in a hard kiss because he can't think of what else to do.
Fritter burrows against his chest, her fur soft and prickly against his skin, and it's perfect. For that moment, he feels perfect. ]
[ Mako usually doesn't like PDA quite like this. Not so sincere, not so vulnerable, not with so much feeling.
But Wu is crying and laughing and kissing him, and Mako can taste the salt-tang on his lips from the sea or his tears or both. He doesn't mind, really, too wrapped up Wu and relief and the slowly-sinking-in reality that they are here, that they made it. Fritter, maybe, makes it more real, her fur pressing familiar against Mako's skin as she wriggles between them. So instead of pulling away, Mako wraps his arm a little more tightly around Wu, pulls him and Fritter closer still, turns it into a proper kiss and pours all his relief into it. ]
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[ Wu meets his eyes, concern threatening to spill over into fear ]
I think she's a sweet, young baby who's probably terrified and I didn't take good enough care of her! It'll be all my fault if she's not okay, if she, she--
[ He can't even think about it. He can't think about if she drowned or got lost or hurt. It's his fault, thinking of taking a raccoon with him into that ocean, but what choice did he have? ]
I know her! I know her. I can think like her. Fritter, baby, please...
[ He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. What would Fritter do? Where would she go? Considering that she's okay. She has to be okay. Something thrums in his chest, telling him that she's okay--
Wait.
Something thrums in his chest, and his eyes drop, because he can feel it. Really feel it. It's expanding from him in smoke and feeling and he should be scared, but instead that fear settles in him because this is
Fritter.
She forms in the smoke, clinging to Wu's robe, poking holes in it with her little claws, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care because tears are pricking at his eyes and she's here, she's safe and he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close as a loud sob rips itself from him. ]
Fritter! Fritter, baby, you're okay!
[ Warmth and love floods over him and that only makes him cry more because now he has his two favorite beings in the world with him, his family. ]
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And then the smoke starts, and alarm replaces all of Mako's calm. It should be even weirder, except he thinks about stars and an endless frozen lake and furry limbs, the sharp scent of ice and snow in his sensitive nose.
He barely manages to get Wu's name out, manages only to get an arm around his shoulders as the smoke coalesces into a familiar shape, clinging and small, and Wu sobs and practically collapses into her. ]
Woah—
[ He's not sure if he's catching Wu or Fritter or both, but they're kind of a tangle of limbs, suddenly. Wu seems whole and alright, even though he's crying, and Fritter—it's definitely Fritter, Mako would know that face anywhere—is okay.
Well, that's.
Something. ]
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Fritter burrows against his chest, her fur soft and prickly against his skin, and it's perfect. For that moment, he feels perfect. ]
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But Wu is crying and laughing and kissing him, and Mako can taste the salt-tang on his lips from the sea or his tears or both. He doesn't mind, really, too wrapped up Wu and relief and the slowly-sinking-in reality that they are here, that they made it. Fritter, maybe, makes it more real, her fur pressing familiar against Mako's skin as she wriggles between them. So instead of pulling away, Mako wraps his arm a little more tightly around Wu, pulls him and Fritter closer still, turns it into a proper kiss and pours all his relief into it. ]