#king igor

Bojan isn’t doing well. Igor had gathered that much even before the man in question had stepped into the apartment. He’s not doing well, and that’s why he’s staying with Jan for a couple days. Igor doesn’t have a reason to complain, so he’s not going to. Bojan may be more tired than Igor is used to seeing, quieter too and somehow always on edge, but he’s still always delighted to see the cat, and still loves to cuddle him on the couch, and if anything, his pets are even more indulgent now. Maybe he hopes Igor can seep up some of the anxiety he and Jan keep talking about by petting him. Igor isn’t sure he’s able to do that, but if thinking that helps, he’ll gladly leave them in this belief. “I wish I was a cat sometimes,” Bojan says one afternoon, his hand buried in the fluffy fur of Igor’s chest. He’s still calming down from the anxiety attack he had minutes earlier. Igor nuzzles his face into Bojan’s hand, makes himself extra heavy on his lap. Being a cat really is nice, always. He doesn’t have to deal with all this anxiety stuff himself. And if his mere presence is enough to help calm a person down after a breakdown, then truly, what else is there to wish for?