Avery Zain

Location: Caden’s House – Chicago, IL
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Fit: Teal v-necked T-Shirt with black pants
Avery smirked. ”Good. He’s more entertaining to fight when he’s in a mood,” Avery informed Kimiko.
Once she sits in front of him, Avery lets his legs relax around her, pressing into her legs, and his hands resume their position on her back. Avery snorted when Kimiko asked if there were a lot of knots.
”That’s putting it mildly,” Avery informed her. His eyes narrowed slightly as he started to massage her shoulders and work down her spine. He could feel where she held tension and her fear from that night a week ago. For right now Avery concentrated on her back, shoulders, and arms. He knew as soon as he touched her neck, it would be an entirely different story told since that was her highest point of trauma, both physically and mentally, if Avery had to guess.
As always, Caden held Nero as they went through the motions of a memory. He felt them grow warm then cold, felt the tension in their back and wondered if Nero was remembering how they got those scars. Caden pressed his lips to the top of Nero’s head, resting there until Nero started to twitch and whimper.
Caden rested a warm hand on Nero’s knee. ”Ich bin genau hier, meine Liebe. Du brauchst keine Angst zu haben. Du bist sicher.”