cover your crystal eyes —
The past few days had been a bit overwhelming. Asimov was going to have his cubs any day now, and as much as he reassured his boyfriend, he had his own fears to manage. An itch at the back of his mind told him fate wouldn't allow him to be a father, that something was going to happen to stop this, something was going to go wrong. Now, he also had Pas he was worrying about. It would take time for her to heal, and while he knew damn well things would never be the same for her, he was trying to make sure she never forgot that her clan was here every step of the way. Dee remembered the days following his mother's death. He had a taste of the suffering she must have been pushing through. They could celebrate their partnership in the division another day.
How much charge she wanted to take at the meeting would be entirely up to her. She could simply sit back and be introduced to her first host division meeting, which Dee suspected, considering she had arrived as a ball of pink fluff and mounds of gray fabric. He remembered Corbin's scent well enough to connect that the cloak she was swimming in had belonged to him. He understood the sentiment, and he struggled to keep his usual smile as he called out into the hallway- "Host division meeting! Whether you're a member of the division, want to grab a few cookies, or simply enjoy the sound of my voice, feel free to join!"
The canine would have spent quite a bit of time peaking his head in and out of Pastel's room, so today, the dining room table's contents were fairly simple. He had a few plates of butter cookies that had been pressed and decorated as flowers, stars, and hearts. Towards his end of the table was a tray for tea-making, including the usual kettle, cream, sugar, cup, and tea bags. It was similar to his first meeting, really, except for the fact that he decided to sit at the head of the table, instead of off on a sideboard, and planned on getting started just a bit more quickly than before. (He suspected it was taking Pas a considerable amount of effort to even be here.)
As he waited for anyone to arrive, he would have started pouring a cup of tea for Pastel, only being able to guess how she may have liked it. He wordlessly pushed it in her direction before decidedly reaching out to try and rest a paw somewhere he thought would be her side. If uninterrupted, his paw would remain there the entire meeting. Dee would have given a soft smile to anyone who walked through the doors. It felt wrong to offer full grins, even fake ones, when Pas was next to him in the state that she was in. His eyes pleaded don't say anything.