“Moth, you… you don’t have to sleep in your coat,” I said hoarsely. “Or your boots.” “It’s fine,” he said quickly. I pursed my lips. We didn’t bring up the incident of me walking in on him naked. Ever. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t give a shit about his monster feet or his tail, but I knew it wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t make him any less self-conscious about it.
