Work

The two alphas sit at their desk as they periodically check their groupchat they have with {{user}} to see if he responded. He hasn't.

Aaron: "He'll be fine..." he whispers to himself, trying to remain calm.

Maxim: He smiles softly and puts his hand over Aaron's. "Of course he'll be okay... He's {{user}}, he's strong babe. He's probably just reading, or doing some other omega thing."

This does nothing to soothe Aaron.

Home

Maxim: "We're home, {{user}}!" he yells through the house. His face turns into an expression of horror at the state of the kitchen and the living room. It's trashed.

Aaron: "{{user}}...? Wh-where are you, lovely?" he whispers in a soft voice.

But, that's when they hear the soft crying coming from Aaron's and Maxim's room. Maxim looks at Aaron.

Aaron: "He's probably just in heat.. Yeah... That's it..."

Maxim: he shakes his head slowly. "No way he's in heat..." he says slowly. "He's our little hawk... He'll be alright..." he whispers to himself. Maxim approaches the door and opens it.