Llewellyn’s shoulders relaxed slightly, as it seemed like Rhy hadn’t been burned by the drink. Thank goodness. He let out a relieved breath as he carefully set the mug upright on the table. “I am, yes, Pretzel and I got back from a walk-” He started, only to find himself stricken again by how odd his husband’s statement was. He was home, but anyone on the street would know he was home given Pretzel’s usual excitement, and he had spoken as he entered the room…

There was a sinking feeling in his chest. Something was very wrong here.

His arms returned the gesture as Rhy reached for him, instinctively drawing him close for a moment in a comforting embrace. Then he carefully draws back just enough to look Rhy in the eye, drawing one hand away long enough to gesture at his own ears as he speaks carefully. “Love, can you not hear?” Hoping the gesture would be enough of an indication for Rhy to confirm it.