Gris & Dwayne's Voretober 2022: Blanket (Day 6)

Previous Chapter: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49272072/ or https://aryion.com/g4/view/827618

This is where the more serious stuff starts to come in full-force.

What Gris is referring to from “last week” is from Better Than You: Part 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/35562586/or https://aryion.com/g4/view/591095 .

Oh, and whipped up a quick writeup of the orderof the Gris & Dwayne stories! Wanted to make the timeline clear. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49286071/

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

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Dwayne snuggled next to Gris in the bed, putting an arm around the human as he offered a cup of vanilla-mint tea. “Here you go, babe,” the wolf said, smiling. “Enjoy.”

“Thanks.” Gris took the cup and wrapped his hands around it, feeling the warmth against his palms. As he did so, his boyfriend covered them with the blanket, and he started to feel a little cozier. The human relaxed a little, taking a deep breath, then sipping his tea. It was absolutely perfect, as usual—Dwayne knew how to make it just the way he liked.

The wolf brought his hand up and pet Gris’s head, running his fingers down the human’s long brown hair. “You want to talk about it?” he asked gently. Gris flinched, and he quickly added, “You don’t have to right now, not if you don’t want to. But if you do, I’m here to listen, ok?”

Gris nodded. He took a few more sips of tea, and anxiety screamed in his mind as he tried to figure out what to do, and how to address what had happened. Ever since his outburst a week ago, when he had burst into anger at his mother during a scene, he had been trying to hide such things from his boyfriend. The last thing he wanted to do was be a burden, because burdens were too heavy for any person to carry, and they ended up abandoned and alone. But now, here was undeniable proof that something really was wrong; he couldn’t hide it anymore. Well, it was probably better to rip the bandaid off anyways—not that he wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I-I got taken somewhere else as the scene was playing out—the way the light shone on you brought back some bad memories.”

“I’m sorry,” Dwayne said softly, sounding genuinely sympathetic. He bent down and kissed Gris on the cheek. “I don’t know what you might’ve seen, but you’re safe now, babe. I promise.”

Gris put the mug down on the bedside table, and Dwayne reached over, putting his paw on top of his hand. The human smiled, wrapping his fingers around the wolf’s, and shifted in the blanket, trying to get comfortable.

/You have to tell him. Now that there’s no avoiding it, you have to tell him the truth./

/Otherwise. . ./

Gris swallowed hard. He took a deep breath. “I. . . I can’t hide from you forever,” he muttered. “I know that I told you not to ask any questions after what happened last week, but I have to tell you everything.”

“Ok,” Dwayne replied. “Only if you want to.” The human nodded. “Ok. Then go ahead. And take your time.”

Gris thought things over, his mind drifting between various memories of his past. Of /her/. He sighed, knowing that just like always, this surely wasn’t going to end well. But the alternative was to think Dwayne secretly hated him for things unrevealed. At least this would give that hatred some direction.

He took another deep breath. Then, he began to speak.