Mockingbird had never been a truly peaceful creature. He had never gone through life knowing what that feeling was, never understanding any of it. At least until that imprint, those few brief minutes when everything seemed hopeful and bright. It was there that he had found a sense of peace that had awed him, and he'd been lost in that purple gaze. He'd found them to be the most appealing color he had ever seen. He stil did, but the peace had been vaporized and Mockingbird had felt lost. More lost than he had ever been before, and for a creature with no real place in the world he'd been born into.. That was massive. He was wallowing, looking at the world in grays. It was worse this way, to know what there was and know he could not be near it, not really.

He knew, he could feel it. How lonely she was, that she felt abandoned. It wasn't that he said what she needed to hear as much as he truly meant it. If she did not cause him to go, then he would be there for her when she needed him to be. It was that simple to him. She should never have to be alone, should never have to feel that kind of sorrow. Still, he feels a great many things as he draws near to her, the way she looks at him. It has him stunned and uncertain as to how to process what he thought he was gaining of feeling from the connection. She was... pleased with him? He shivered slightly at the idea, thinking he must be wrong. Just being near her was clouding his mind, must be. Yet it was not a bad feeling to have.

Ears curve towards her when she speaks part of his name, but he isn't upset by her doing so. In the back of his mind he knew if anyone else said it that way he might be offended, but when she did it, it sounded good. There was nothing offensive in the way she had said it, where others might have used it in a way to be cruel. She did not, and he tilts his head to her, waiting on edge for what she was to say to him, if anything. His maw parted in surprise at her words and what they might mean, could mean. He did not want to jump to conclusions, however. Did not want to assume happiness where there might not be any to have. He just needed to learn how to breathe for a moment, and try to sort this one out better.

Mockingbird couldn't tell her no, couldn't tell her he wasn't sure how that would work, that it would not be a good idea for him to stick around to potentially mess up her family life. Still, the way she had asked, the pure fact that she had asked it of him at all.. how could he deny her? Then there was an onslaught of feelings coming in through the connection from her. She thought he was handsome, and then she was touching him and he stilled, not wanting to move in case doing so made her step away from him. It felt wonderful and right; he felt safe and whole and all he wanted was to stay with her forever. "I won't leave you." He said it quietly, feeling it all the way to his marrow that he would rather dash himself on the rocks at the bottom of a cliff instead of leaving her side.

Mockingbird could even sense when she realized what was wrong with him, and he felt awful for the fact that he could not be better for her, that he could not be normal like any other male. "I am sorry that I am.. not right." It was painful to say it, easy enough to tell by the way it nearly got stuck in his throat, the wash of guilt that ran over him. She deserved more than this, but he knew that at least he could be there for her. And maybe he could find the good parts about himself along the way. Mockingbird did his best to comfort her, to tuck his face near her head and settle down as well. He did not want to move, did not want to do anything but this right now. To feel her close and have that bit of piece.