[RedHead]

The tomcat was satisfied that he had been able to reassure her, but his body went rigid at her comment, and he glanced at her out of the corners of his eyes, jaw tightening. She’d caught on way too fast for his liking. Flintstar opened his mouth to deny it, but realized that he truly didn’t have anything to say for himself. She was speaking from her own experience, and that was nothing the tom could deny. As she bumped her head against his shoulder the leader remained rigid for a moment, relaxing before realizing that was okay. Right? She’d initiated the contact so that was okay. Flintstar was a very physical comforter, but he had to remind himself sometimes that being physical with those he didn’t know well, or those he made uncomfortable, was not particularly okay. If he was receiving it though, Flintstar wouldn’t complain.
But his muscles were instantly rigid again as he glanced down to see that Dustbreeze was mere inches away from his face, speaking in a soft tone. The tom could only nod at her words, swallowing nervously because she was way too close and her eyes were way too green and he was way too tired and this was way too much.
After a moment of staring the tomcat could feel heat rush through him, and he quickly stepped back. Space. He needed space. Space was good. And he needed to think. Thinking was good too. “Hah well... um... glad I was able to clear that up for you! And um... yeah.. I’ll reach out to you if I uh... need anything... yeah... but right now I need some time to rest... and you should too! Big day tomorrow... lots of things happening... yeah.” He fumbled, his tired brain short circuiting and anger rising in him at his flustered words. That was not okay, he didn’t get flustered. He was smooth. But he’d confront himself later about it. Right now he needed Dustbreeze to get out otherwise he was going to embarrass himself even further. He didn’t need that in his life right now.

@Ever