[ shiro doesn't let him go far. he reaches out as soon as his hands are free to try and pull matt into him, desperate to hold him and offer comfort. the stiffness of his muscles and his jaw can wait, all he wants is wrap his arms around matt's small, vulnerable frame and protect him.
even if he is absolutely covered in shiro's own fluids. the stallion part of him doesn't mind that at all, maybe even finding a tiny thread of satisfaction in scent-marking a partner. ]
You're alive, [ he whispers. ]
I can't believe-- are you okay? Are you hurt?
[ he sinks down helplessly to his knees in the front, trying to get a better view, his legs folding awkwardly. ]
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even if he is absolutely covered in shiro's own fluids. the stallion part of him doesn't mind that at all, maybe even finding a tiny thread of satisfaction in scent-marking a partner. ]
You're alive, [ he whispers. ]
I can't believe-- are you okay? Are you hurt?
[ he sinks down helplessly to his knees in the front, trying to get a better view, his legs folding awkwardly. ]