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Looking over his book, Tristan's head tilted to the side as he regarded Fenrir's words. The blond's tongue came out to wet his lips as he thought about just what the other was saying; it was worrying him that he truly didn't know how to respond. Deep in his heart, Tristan knew what he felt for the other. But admitting it out loud... it was when he said the words in return that things always went wrong.

How could he possibly tell Fenrir that he loved him too, without saying those three words; those eight letters? Swallowing hard, Tristan slipped the bookmark between the pages he was reading, setting the book aside before standing and approaching the hybrid. A hand came out to cup his cheek, and the agent gave a watery smile. "I... I do feel the same, Fen, please don't doubt my feelings for you."

Maybe there would come a time when he would grow accustomed to the sound that was attempting to be something between a voice and a growl; perhaps that time would have come sooner if he had willed himself into visiting more often. The blond's stance remained rigid and Thor subconsciously crossed his arms on his chest as the beast moved around him, the menace almost audible in the steps that scorched the floor. The Aesir's voice was oddly gentle, the tremble of anxiety clearly laced through his reply.

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Carrie’s eyes widened and she gave off a very confused and concerned look as Fenrir sniffed around. She moved back from him.

*blushes*