his movements are gentle, eyes roving over his companion. the slight feeling of disillusion, and burro has to remind himself of his surroundings. how long has it been? how long has he searched through those broken remains? stayed up in the pure vain, in his pure selfish rot, to see him again? moons fell over and over again, and he was left alone.
a part of him had wanted to sob, another wanted to shield the boy, and another wanted to scold him. did he even know how much he had worried him? how much fur he's loss over him? with stuttering breaths, the snowshoe pushes against the other. light, gentle. as if a breeze was enough to take beau away. "y'know, i could ask ya' the same. thunderclan?" there is a far too heavy silence, although perhaps it is burro's silence. it is his to bare in this, to carry this.
his words drive a heavy stake in the man's heart. they've known each other for moons, been lost for the rest. "beau...ya' don't...ya' can tell me things...y'know?" burro knows better to push, but he can't help to tiptoe around the edge. beau was often like a hare, easily spooked in his regard. confident in others, but the moment his vulnerability was questioned, it was like a heavy door was slammed in his face.
a glance in his leader's direction, pausing in his heavy pursuit. he doesn't trust his eyes, doesn't trust the world enough, to let beau out of his sight. perhaps the man had grown more selfish in their time apart. "ah, i'm a man with far too many names, y'know that." a cheeky grin is quickly put on display, easing the tensions."dark-" he's unsure on how to greet her, but lessens his stance. welcoming her into the area, inviting her to move in further. "my favorite barn cat and my favorite leader, y'all know how to make a man's dream come true." he could compare this as to meeting one's family, though burro was unsure if his mother would ever care to meet dark, she hadn't cared to meet beau either.