"You did." Amused, because well, it's easier to tease about it then take it seriously how much he had enjoyed waking up tucked up beside the other. Some part of him had wanted that on a level he didn't understand at this age, maybe any age, until it happened. The wolf wanted pack. The wolf wanted someone in charge. A bond that his father hadn't talked to him about.

Yet. Yeah, it's going to be a very long one.

His thumbs spread across the ripple of scarred flesh, trying to work out the tension beneath it in slow, easy movements. "...I don't think the King can get too angry at you, other than sneaking out."