Indrik drops his heavy head into Reira's lap, the tips of his mane tickling her chin. Even more when he nuzzles up, shaking the entire bench.

It's the cutest damn thing Rex has seen in his entire life and he can't stop himself from taking more pictures. Her compliment to his horrid beast makes his blood pressure drop. His fears, normally a black cloud from horizon to horizon, part just a little and he could swear he sees the golden ray descending to shine on him. He might actually, he has been awake for four days and sometimes he has brief hallucinations, it's fine, don't worry about it.

He should probably get his idiot cow creature out of the bench though. With that thought, the beautiful bubble bursts and he's left with... not misery, as usual, or the deadness, which is worse. But certainly not anxiousness. Just a gentle calm, as he approaches at long last. Timing it so that Indrik has his eyes closed and doesn't panic at seeing him.

"You're very good with him," he compliments, still slightly amazed. Indrik's eyes snap open, but the instinctive 'I'm in trouble!' response is immediately replaced with a pure, simple love when Rex slips some fingers around his ear.