Being held by Roy is like being enveloped in a weighted blanket. His chest was big and warm and in the midst of being the most comfortable I'd probably ever felt in my life, he murmured, "I need to go back."
"No." The response was automatic. If he left, this peaceful feeling would go with him.
His chest vibrated as he chuckled. "Baz will wake up soon. He'll be upset if I'm not there."
"Baz?" I murmured against his neck.
"My companion." I thought of the cub in his arms, the wrecked expression Roy had wore when it had cried out, scrambling to escape his embrace. "We buried his mother this morning."
"Oh." Even as he said it, I just held him tighter, hoping my weight would keep him down.
When he rose up from beneath me anyway, lifting me with ease, my arms wound around his neck,
