BROADWAY && 72nd STREET [post away!]

Cache sneezed after he sat down, shaking his head and burring himself under his paws for a moment before standing up as Gavyn came back over to his side. The brute smiled as she leaned closer to him, feeling her warm body on his. Again he couldn't believe how big she had gotten; its gotta be the trash. Givin' em growth spurts. He thought to himself, smiling hardly. The brute wrapped his long neck and crooked muzzle over the back of Gav's neck for a moment, closing his eyes gently.

Cache felt her breathing ease and heard her quiet sigh; they made him smile with guilty satisfaction. He yawned silently, curling around her tighter as Gavyn placed her paw on his. He was comfortable there - felt at home and safe for once... But he quickly tried to come back to reality, realising it wasn't all fun and games and there were lives that depended on his judgement. The deep thought made him sigh, then turn into a ferocity. The brute pulled away in a quick jerky motion and he turned aside, staring first down at the silent and motionless ground beneigth him, then up at the bright and twinkling sky.

The brute's heart sunk as he continued to think about the situation he had gotten caught in, but took a steeper plummet when he realised what he'd just done to the feamale who'd been with him the entire time. "I, uhm Gavyn I'm sorry. You didn't do anything... Everything that's been happening has been really stressful, its more than I've had to handle in a long time. With the Toxins and what the war's doing to our.. family. And it's going to get worse, I know it. We're not going to stop..." He trials off, mumbling some of his words and strengthening others. But after a few silent moments the leader turned back to his closest female friend, other than Arizona. "It has nothing to do with you. I'm sorry." He repeated, aqua green eyes meeting hers' sincerely, for what was probably the first time in his life.

"Gav? Gavyn don't... don't cry.. I'm honestly telling you the truth, it had nothing to do with you. I'm sorry." He told her again, voice becomming more and more sincere as he spoke. He didn't want to make her cry like she was...
And in all honestly, the brute didn't know what to do. He never had to comfort anyone, he never had to help anyone, and with the exception with his first year of life, he hadn't even cried himself. He just, didn't know what to do. The male awkwardly placed his paw forward, wiping away a few of the fea's tears with his large paws. "Please dont.. dont cry." Max said softer still,

Cache watched intently as the young female moved her head away, trying to stop her hysterical tears. He didn't know what he was feeling at the moment, like how a big blob of feelings all tangle and you can't tell which one you're feeling the most. Except, he felt nothing. The brute felt nothing at all, yet felt like he had a big mix of emotions inside; it wasn't like him at all. Max knew what he was feeling all the time and wasn't afraid of showing it - as displayed before... - but what was it about this time that had him in a state of disorientation?
Finally Gavyn looked up again, an he attempted to appease her with a gentle smile.

The brute finally cracked a half-decent smile as soon as Gav spoke. "Youre welcome." He said as soft as she did. Cache pulled himself and finally started to relax, calmer than he was before. He scooted next to the femle to try and comfort her a little more before meeting her eyes briefly, turning out towards the sky after a few silent moments.

Cache was a bit hesitant at her stuttering and... Well, hesitation. When she finally managed to ask the question in an entire sentence, he turned slightly, looking over the city. "What I think of you...?" he repeated it to himself, then turned back to look at Gavyns eyes. "I think you're loyal, and would do anything for what you love. I think you're daring and protective; sensitive, and yet strong. Powered by you and the ones you loves' will, determined. I think you're a best friend and I'm lucky to have you; that anyone who let go of you doesn't know what they're missing. That I'm proud to call you a friend and more, proud to have you by my side."

Gavyn brightened at what he said. She put on a grin, and yet, she still felt..un-answered. That's not, at all, what she meant, but she would accept it, none the less. He was a brute, and he probably didn't like expressing his true feelings, if he had any. But she smiled anyways, knowing that he meant what he had said. They were best friends, and nothing would ever change that, unless she spoke up, which, at the moment, she highly doubted. She leaned into her best friend, her mejor amigo, bästa vän, her primer amor verdadero and looked up at the stars.

[TRANSLATIONS? mmkay. :3

mejor amigo-best friend in Spanish

bästa vän- best friend in Swedish

primer amor verdadero- first true love in Spanish]

Cache relaxed as she smiled, smiling a bit in return. He wasn't the best at showing emotions and often couldn't tell anyone what he was feeling; though, he often picked up on what others were feeling without saying anything quite well; he just chose not to talk about them.
The brute leaned up against Gavyn, releasing a sigh of relief and closing his eyes finally, feeling her energy next to him.

Cache pulled his long stare away from the sky to lock it on Gavyn again, blinking his large eyes casually before pricking his ears up as she began to talk.
"Uh.. uhm..." He stuttered timidly before standing up, his large tail swaying freely back and forth before ducking between his legs. "Gavyn," he started, not wanting to make her cry by his words, but knew he was going to no matter what, so just let his words carry him. "Listen, Gav.. I like you too, just.." He shook his head, then let out a sigh, "you're mistaken. I'm not a wolf... this isn't a pack. I can't live like nothing will come to hurt us. I have others to protect and I have to live for them before I can live for myself. I'm sorry, Gavyn." His eyes traveled downwards towards the ground, then towards the side and away. The brute slowly swayed his body, taking staggering steps down the trash pile, small peices of rubbish falling after him.
Still living for his gang, still breaking hearts. Of course. Because they go hand in hand, and one without the other is just not possible.
The brute crawled through the lot, comming up to a pile of trash where an old cars hood lay cradled in the pile; blankets and stuffed animals were scattered and spread out inside of it. Cache pulled himself up the pile, and into the hood, circling a few times before settling down and resting his head over the edge.

The brute watched her from his cavern for as long as he could - stagger down the trash pile and wander around before finding her way out into the alley way. Cache sighed, but didn't think much of it; he had told her the truth. Even if it did hurt, it was the truth. He knew that she was strong and wouldn't do anything, expecially if she lived for this gang. Sure, it was a family, but families have fights, dont they?

The brute was shifting in his sleep, from a light sleep where just about anything could wake him, to a deep sleep, and then deeper still. Soon he was in a state where nothing -or close to it- would or could wake him. It was this state where his dreams haunted the back of his mind, and only this state. He only got this far into a sleep after a long day where a lot of things were troubling him; but the thing was: nothing was bothering him. At least he thought.
Where was Gavyn going, why so late?
What was he going to go about the war; the bitter rivalry that was killing tens on each side?
How could his members, his followers cope if he himself was slowly becomming unable to cope?
But something that irked him the most was, when will it end?
When would the entire thing come crashing down; how long would it take? The long recovery process after it ends is what bothered him about the entire situation. What if nothing can be done?

Questions that have to be waited out.

The brute was in a deep dream state; "Hey... Hey Cache. Cache..." It whispered. He grumbled, rolling and thrashing. "Wake up, now. Wake up!" it whispered again, a harsh voice now. Getting deeper and deeper untill it was growling in his ear. The male suddenly woke up, shocked as he spun in his seat, eyes wide as he tried to understand where he was. The voice lightened a lot, and he found it was Gavyn, proading him. "Im sorry. What's wrong Gavyn?" He asked casully, blinking wearily.