I blink and then shake my head and blink again, trying to make sense of this…this shaking. A dull quake, it follows a certain pattern. I inhale, try to focus my gaze, but it’s my ears that find understanding first. He’s rumbling. He’s rumbling for me. I don’t know where the idea comes from, but now that it’s arrived, I can’t shake it. He’s rumbling for me. He’s a Berserker trying to soothe his Omega.