Gris & Dwayne's Voretober 2022: Jam (Day 13)

Previous Chapter: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49379650/ or https://aryion.com/g4/view/830346

The next morning!

(P.S. The thumbnail art is by Seviene!)

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The next morning, Gris found himself awake before the sun had even come up.  But he couldn’t get himself to fall back asleep, so he got out of bed, tip-toeing out of the room so as to not wake the gently-snoring Dwayne.

Going to the kitchen, he made himself a cup of tea (this time, he went for the cinnamon earl grey, which was his second favorite) and sat down at the table, staring outside of the window above the sink.

As he sipped his drink, his mind felt stuck, like his inner flow was interrupted by a traffic jam.  He was still struggling to compute last night’s reaction from Dwayne, because it made no sense to him.  Well, /logically/ he understood it, of course, but /emotionally/, that was a different matter.  Nobody in his life had reacted that way to him talking about his trauma before, and he had given up on that kind of grace ages ago.  But . . . he had gotten it from the one he loved most.  And that made him happier than he could truly believe.

Gris was crying again, and he got a napkin from the holder at the center of the table, wiping his cheeks.  He hadn’t ruined everything like he’d thought he would.  Well, hopefully, anyway.

“Hey, cutie.”  Dwayne’s voice interrupted his thought process, and the human stood up to see his wolf in the kitchen entryway.  “Heard you get up, so I thought I’d join you.”

Dwayne walked over to the coffee maker and stared brewing a pot.  Gris groaned and said, “Aw man!  I was really trying to be quiet. . .”

“No worries, babe,” the wolf assured him, letting out a carefree laugh.  “Guess the universe wanted me up early with you!”  He walked over, leaned down, and smooched the top of Gris's head.  “And frankly, I prefer it that way.”

The human smiled and blushed.  As his boyfriend prepared coffee, he pondered what to say after last night.  By the time Dwayne sat down with a full mug, he was still unsure what exactly to tell him.

Gris reached out, putting his hand on the center of the table, and Dwayne placed his paw on top of it.  Then the human pondered for a moment, trying to find what words to say first.