Orpheus Solon
Kyrian glanced back to Mano. Here he was having a minor panic attack and the other was totally oblivious...or just was choosing not to fan those flames. Either way could be seen as dense. Kyrian knew better though, Mano had his moments where even the bard was shocked by him. The male finished with the dishes and setting them to dry he turned to walk over to Mano. He looked down at the other with a head tilt before sitting to straddle the other's hips. His hair was free flowing, cascading around the two of them.
"So, the healer..." he mused on the thought. Reaching down to trail his fingers through the other's emerald hair. "Good thought. She's certainly dependable." he stayed where he was before blinking. "I have a few fears, Mano. What if the female you pick...we pick...what if she tries to take you completely away? What if ...you see something in her better than me? You leave...for her..." he kept his gaze on the other's chest. "I want a child...I want a surrogate that gives us more a shot at a kid that looks like us...but I'm not that confident I can keep you attention."
He started playing with the other's hair. "I'm sorry...I'm...I don't have your overwhelming confidence."