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Nathaniel enters the bedroom with a towel in hand as he carefully dries his hair. He ignores Micah's presence for the moment, fetching a pair of jogging shorts from a drawer and slipping them on before picking up a comb and bottle of leave-in conditioner.

He sits on the bed, hair swept over his shoulder, and opens the bottle, squeezing some into his palm and working it his damp hair. Staring at the floor, he begins the arduous task of combing out his hair and braiding it back for bed.

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Micah can hear the other question. "You're not doing anything wrong, Nathaniel. I just want to make sure you're really content," he says, scritching at the base of the leopard's neck.

Nathaniel presses into the scritching, his purr becoming louder. He knew dawn had to have come by now, Damian and Asher long dead to the world, and he sighs.

"I'm content."

The real question was, was he happy? And he didn't know if he wanted to answer that because he knew what the answer would be.

"That's good," he murmurs, letting Nathaniel lean into his hands, wondering if Asher cares that much for him, enough to make him truly happy.

Not just content, not just alright.

He'll watch, and wait, for the moment. Act when he knows what he's dealing with, and who.

Nathaniel yawns and reaches down to yank up the blanket and sheet. He doesn't question where Anita is. She could be doing anything at the moment. All that matters is how tired he is and that he has his Nimir-raj to curl against, to keep him safe while he sleeps.

"Thank you for listening, Micah," he murmurs. "Thank you for keeping it secret for now."

"Always, little kitten," he says, pulling up the blanket with a smile.

Micah doesn't know offhand where Anita is, but for right now it's just the warmth and comfort of curling up with one of his leopards, and knowing he's safe.

Nathaniel smiles. He reaches out and turns off the light, closing his eyes as he settles into bed.

Even this was more than he'd ever hoped for, but he's beginning to wonder if maybe it was time to begin hoping.

Wanting for himself finally.

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