[There are very few people Adrian cares about, or that's what he would say if confronted directly about it. He hates people, generally, and would much rather be left alone. It's only by the perserverance of a select few that they've managed to break his walls down to uncover what's hidden beneath. And what is hidden there is someone who never had the chance to have a proper life. No real childhood, no real rest. Constantly pushing and fighting to survive and for what? Just himself. He's the only person he's ever had.

At least until he came here. Until he met some of the most annoying people to ever live, yet somehow realize that he's not sure what he'd do without them.

Rosso, who he actually hated when they first met because of how much it was like looking at himself in a mirror, is now one of those people. For all his griping and grousing, he would protect him with his life and do so willingly. Quite the huge change from Adrian's motto following the loss of Misha: fuck you, got mine. Because he rarely ever gets his. There's no room then for kindness or leniency.

He doesn't retort for once, actually staying silent as Rosso returns the embrace. He's feels so small, so fragile, even though he knows the Were is anything but. At least this time, if something happens, he won't be feeling regrets.

Adrian's ears fall back, low and nearly completely hidden against his mane, as he exhales on a chuffing sound against Rosso's shoulder. It's not a purr, but more of a lion-sound of contentment.]

Whatever the hell happens now, you're stuck with me. Even if you hate it, I ain't gonna not be there to back you up anymore. Don't forget that.