You were right. I do feel...calmer.

[That was, after all, the pretext that brought him down into Abyss in the first place, wasn't it? That he'd felt so pent-up and wild after their training mission, shaking with bloodlust and unable to calm the fire that raged in his veins — and now look at him, sleep-heavy and sated as he drapes over a purring partner, letting his throat be licked with the sort of affection that comes between pack members and mates, all notions of slaughter forgotten as he loses himself in their thick intermingling scents instead.

It was good. It was so good, even if at times his instincts did get the better of him. Even if emotions like jealousy and shame had burned hot at times, they'd always flared out soon enough — and Yuri's arms had been waiting to catch him when they did.

He does want to do this again. All of a sudden, he's not sure how he could be expected to go without it.]

Though I'm...not altogether sure what one does now, while we...wait. Do we, ah, talk?

[His cheeks heat, just slightly; the flush goes prettily with the blue of his eyes.]

Whatever you would like. Please, guide me in this respect as well.