[His ears twitch absently every time Shiro's fingers brush against them, flicking back and forth like tiny velvety wings. His horns are somewhere under that mess of hair too, little bitty nubs that aren't anything impressive like the other bulls. He probably doesn't even count as a bull. Too tiny, too soft, too helpless.
But then Shiro's looking down at him with grief and concern and guilt, and Matt's forehead furrows in confusion.] Me? I'm fine. I'm okay.
[He stretches up, bumps his nose to Shiro's in a quick, instinctive gesture of comfort.] I found you. I'm wonderful.
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But then Shiro's looking down at him with grief and concern and guilt, and Matt's forehead furrows in confusion.] Me? I'm fine. I'm okay.
[He stretches up, bumps his nose to Shiro's in a quick, instinctive gesture of comfort.] I found you. I'm wonderful.