#crb

from battles no one saw,

watched him carry

the weight of silence

with shoulders that never asked for praise.

And still—

he shows up with kindness,

with eyes that hold stories

he rarely tells,

but that I’ve learned to read

between the lines.

There’s a kind of bravery in him

that humbles me—

not loud, not for show—

but steady,

like roots that grow deeper

through every storm.

I am proud—

not just of what he’s survived,

but of who he is

when no one’s watching.

The way he loves,

the way he tries,

the way he holds space

for light, even on his darkest days.

Loving him

is more than romance—

it’s reverence.

It’s choosing him

every day,

not because he needs me to,

but because my heart

wouldn’t dare

an assortment of animals because I like you

A semi-amnesiac Spirou wondering what the hell happened to him.

Art by Janry from the late 90's album "Machine qui Rêve", the last of Tome & Janry* from their impressive 17 years long run on this title.