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Gorlim is curled up at one end of the couch in front of the fire, face almost hidden inside a furry cloak wrapped around him.

Come wake him up. Or sleep on him. He probably makes a good pillow.

[ooc: Slowtiming at random intervals until later today, but look! Mun's back from the world of theatrical oblivion!]

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"You were with Lee," he says, sinking a bit lower into the furs. "I couldn't get closer than to feel you. You seemed sort of... closed off to me. Although maybe I was just very tired."

There is a flash of guilt over his face and through that bond.

"Oh."

He looks away.

"He and I argued. Three unpleasant conversations in one day was a bit too much for me. Lee came to me, unable to sleep because he did not wish to go to bed angry. We... spoke. At length. I confessed some of my thoughts to him, he tried to comfort me. We talked for a while, and then we slept."

His eyes remain fixed on the floor.

"I was angry with you; I was hurt. And while I did not close you out completely -- for I would have heard you call if you were in need -- I did not wish you close. I am sorry I did so, it was not fair to you."

It had just all hurt too much. He had been tired. And lonely.

Gorlim unfolds himself a little, despite jostling the cloak around and causing it to lose some of his precious warmth that way.

"Did I sting you so badly?" he asks. Please come closer. I hate having you so far away from me.

He notices the parting of the cloak and, without thinking, crosses the small divide between them to cinch it closed again. When that is done, he remains there, hovering, unsure.

Námo wets his lips as he looks to where his fingers touch the cloak.

"I disliked your flippant sarcasm, your dismissal of my own desire to protect. You have been distant and removed from me, not many kind words or warm touches." He swallows nervously. "Lee offered me those things when I needed them, reassured me your mood would pass and it did not mean anything of import..."

His hand shoots out from under the cloak and grasps Namo's tightly. He lifts it to his lips, heedless now of the cold air, kisses it, and presses it to his cheek.

"Oh, my dear one. Forgive me. Please, forgive me. I did not mean to drive you away."

His hand is warm. His body is warm. It is something he tries to think of often when he thinks he may be near people he would like to touch. He cups Gorlim's cheek, smiling sweetly.

"You have not driven me away," he murmurs. "If you had, I would not be here now. But, oh, how I have worried for you, love. I was so confused..."

His eyes seem to shimmer slightly. "It was an odd mood you found me in. And the past days I have been restless, full of wanderlust and deep in fey dreams. I did not understand why you had taken yourself so far from me, so I went far from all else." He closes his eyes. "I have missed you."

Those last words are all that are needed.

Námo makes a soft noise in his throat and pulls Gorlim to him, into his lap, wrapping his own cloak around their bodies. He tries to offer all the warmth he can as he brings their lips together.

Oh, little bird, how I have missed you as well!

As he kisses Namo, his mind retreats towards the bond and embraces the openness of it.

He deepens the kiss, just wanting the intoxicating closeness of the caress.

Forgive me. I thought you did not want me about... and when you were so odd that last night... I left you. I hid away. I spent the night and following day with Lee, lost in what was there, not wanting to think of how much it hurt to hear such a tone directed at me. I am sorry, lover. So sorry. I will not run again -- never shut you away from me.

He smiles, and when he draws away from the kiss, buries his head against Namo's neck with a soft chirp.

"I love you," he whispers. "I do. That is all that matters, aye?"

He holds him close, closing his eyes and smiling against Gorlim's hair.

"Aye, it is." He kisses the top of Gorlim's head. "I love you, too. So much, little bird."

"I've missed hearing you call me that." He glances up, trying to catch Namo's eye. "Pen lithvain."

He easily meets Gorlim's gaze, smiling at the endearment.

"Titta aiwë -- my little bird. With his sad birdsong."

He smiles, and feels just a little warmer. Snuggling close, he gives Namo a tight hug.

"You're warm! Are you doing that on purpose, or am I that cold?"

Námo chuckles.

"I am doing it on purpose, love. You and Lee do not need a frigid body to be near you. And so I have taken to warming my body when I know I will be with either of you." He nuzzles him. "Your personal hot water bottle," he teases.

Where through their bond his spirit had seemed cold and still, a shiver of joy wakes it once more, and allows itself to be touched by warmth.

"You make a very nice one, too," Gorlim says. "Does it not make you uncomfortable, to be warm?"

He thinks about it for a moment, thoughts of warmth and love and the need for closeness absently shared with Gorlim.

"No. Temperature does not much matter to me. It is different. Not unpleasantly so. And it warms you, makes you happy, and that pleases me. Your happiness brings me joy."

He purrs like a kitten being scritched, feeling the shared emotion through the bond. He pulls Namo close against him, returning his love twice over.

Námo's arms tighten.

"My bird. You purr like a cat, and yet you coo like a bird. Such an odd creature you are."

He chuckles and settles their bodies in a more comfortable position, cloaks tight.

He lays his head on Namo's chest.

"And I charge like a raging stag, and I hide like a tiny mouse."

His voice is low and loving.

"You are many things, Gorlim. A bird, a cat, a stag, a mouse -- but it does not matter which you are at any given time. You are our Gorlim, with all your quirks and spines and warmth and concern. I love you."

He beams, turning his face up to kiss Namo's chin then snuggling down against him. He has nothing to say, but is only happy to be forgiven, and accepted.

"Tell me, little bird, what have you been up to?" He kisses the top of his head again. "Are Kelly and your Lady well?"

He nods. "Very well. I have been... wandering, doing things, making things." Secretive as a sly fox, but it's a good thing. There is love in what he's been doing, that much comes through their bond and through his voice.