“So, holding hands is your solution?”
“Yes... But I guess it’s not working.”
Disheartened, Yueul let go of his hand.
The black mamba’s scales were still there, darkening even further.
“I’m not a child.”
“But still... Maybe a hug would....”
The second idea was, as he had mentioned earlier, a hug.
“Hah.”
Wooheon was at a loss for words, completely baffled.
He felt like one of the anthropomorphs Yueul had cared for, being doted on like a rescued child.
'Who’s taking care of who here?'
“...Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try?”
The determined look in Yueul’s eyes clashed with his trembling weasel ears that just popped out from the sides of his head.
He seemed both resolute to comfort Wooheon and terrified out of his mind.
'Damn it... He really is the weirdest weasel I’ve ever met.'
Plenty of people had suggested sex to relieve stress, but no one had ever offered a handhold or a hug.
Giving in again, Wooheon pulled Yueul’s wrist and hugged him.
