(I wish i could be as powerful as Geroge, or as successful as Henry... anyway, I like to imagine that as well ;) and i always envy them for haivng such lovely mates in the fictitious world of our stories)
Once Geroge hugged Al, he discovered how he was drenched in cold sweat. He hugged Al tight. He didn't know but his power and their compatible aura were the best cure for Al, helping him calm down. He patted Al's back, and moved forward to sit on the bed so he could place Al who was curled up on his lap, essentially surrounding him as much as possible with himself. "It's arlight, no one's gonna take them away. I am here, and I would always protect you." He also didn't notice the change in use of words. All he knew was his power and his brain was screaming at him to protect and sooth his mate.
Al's sobbing did not stop at first, and Geroge gradaully started nibbling on Al's face, whispering soothing words to the small one when his breathing finally started to calm down. When he finally regained some more consciousness, George tentatively suggested. "You are soaked with sweat... I would ask them to get us some warm water and a towel." He said as he leaned forward to reach for the bell that would summon Mira or whoever was on duty that night, therefore leaving a distance between himself and Al.
Once Geroge hugged Al, he discovered how he was drenched in cold sweat. He hugged Al tight. He didn't know but his power and their compatible aura were the best cure for Al, helping him calm down. He patted Al's back, and moved forward to sit on the bed so he could place Al who was curled up on his lap, essentially surrounding him as much as possible with himself. "It's arlight, no one's gonna take them away. I am here, and I would always protect you." He also didn't notice the change in use of words. All he knew was his power and his brain was screaming at him to protect and sooth his mate.
Al's sobbing did not stop at first, and Geroge gradaully started nibbling on Al's face, whispering soothing words to the small one when his breathing finally started to calm down. When he finally regained some more consciousness, George tentatively suggested. "You are soaked with sweat... I would ask them to get us some warm water and a towel." He said as he leaned forward to reach for the bell that would summon Mira or whoever was on duty that night, therefore leaving a distance between himself and Al.
