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The world is blurry. And hot. It's probably from all the tears.

Nick's face is wet with them, and they drip from his eyes in a steady stream. Every few seconds of silence is interrupted by his need to sob some more. It’s been already been an hour. He could probably come home now. His mom would ask minimal questions about the scouts meeting.

Oh god. The scouts meeting…

He’s launched into another fit at the memory. This time he’s so loud that he doesn’t notice the footsteps making their way to his dark alley corner.

“Weird smell in the air.” The voice is deep. Deep enough to sound like a grown up’s, if it wanted. Nick looks up. The mammal he sees is just barely taller than him, with big pointy satellite ears and sandy fur. He’s fox shaped, but Nick's never seen a fox that wasn’t orange or white. Chocolate brown eyes stare down at the kit. The stranger speaks once again. “A fox, and his own tears. That you, kid?”

“U-Um..”

“Don’t you know that we're the ones who make other animals cry?”  The giant eared fox crouches down in front of him and offers him a BUGBurger napkin. “Here, clean yourself up.”

The napkin is surprisingly thick. Thick enough to blot Nick’s thick furred face until it’s no longer soaking, but simply damp. He finds himself staring at the stranger’s ears once he’s done cleaning himself. Curiosity overtakes his mouth's desire to stay silent. “What’s your name? I’ve never seen a fox like you.”

The question earns a little smirk from the teen. “Finn. I'm a fennec.”

“A Finnick?” Nick squeaks.

Finn, or Finnick, as he’ll be called from now on, chuckles mirthfully. “Sure.”

Finnick helps him up, but almost gets pulled down himself. The kit is heavier than he looks.

“I’m Nick.” Says the smaller fox, once they're both standing.

“Nick, huh? Nice name. Listen, I was just on my way to get some ice cream. Wanna come with?” It’s then that Finnick notices that Nick hasn’t let go of his hand, and he’s just about to tell him to let go…

“Heck yeah I wanna get some ice cream!”

But the kid’s just way too happy, and Finnick isn’t so heartless as to spoil that. So he doesn’t say anything. Hell, on the way to the ice cream shop, he even decides that the warmth of Nick’s hand is kind of nice.