She kept kissing him gently.

He blushed slightly and avoided looking.

His furry ears perked up fully and his fluffy tail came and wagged a bit.


That probably was hard, she seemed oblivious to the fact of how it made her figure more noticable. It could get any guy hard.

It would. But thankfully Zex was great at self control.

Very thankfully. She stayed right besides him, excited to see her dear brother.

She kept kissing, moving down to his lips.

Zex opened the door to Justices room.

His tail wagged a bit more, wanting their lips to meet.

Clair peeked in with perky ears but they drooped a bit as she saw her dear brother sleeping on his back. His expression was still a bit pained and stressed, as if he was trapped in his own torturing mind.

She gently kissed his lips.

Zex frowned a bit and walked over besides Justice, placing a hand on his head to see what was going on.

He tenderly kissed back. He was so much more gentle now than he had been when they'd first met.

Clair followed, eyes trained on her big brother. She quickly knelt by his bed side and put a paw over his, taking it and holding it in both of hers. It was limp. Well, it was stiff for sure but didn't move with any personal motion of his. He seemed to have a slight fever.

That was good. For the both of them.

He closed his eyes, his hand glowing faintly. He was seeing where the root of the problem was.

Very.

His mind was filled with fear and pain, the pain in his chest not helping. It had forced him into the back of his mind, where he hid the memories of losing his mother. If Zex could see, his memory that he was locked in had him standing at his mothers bed side. His mother looked a lot like him, but elegant like Clair. Wings under her as she slowly was having a harder time breathing. He was cradling a little new born fluff, a lighter teal furry with soft pink spots on his snout stood besides Justice. Valore. He was sobbing, shaking one of their mothers legs as he begged her to keep breathing. Begging her to stay with them and not to leave them alone. Their father was sobbing in the living room. This was the room that had been off limits in the house. The baby in Justice's arms sobbed as he gently spoke to her and his mother. He told her that she could rest, that she deserved it and that it was okay. That she'd be okay. Valore kept yelling at him to stop telling her to go, thinking that it was Justice's fault that their mother was dying. But the younger Justice was shaking as he tried to cradle the little baby furry in his arms to stop her from crying.