I wrapped my arms around him and let him cry it out. How long had my poor mate bottled up all those fears? Since childhood? Presentation?
 
 I kissed his head. “Will you be my mate Cody?”
 
 He nodded against me.
 
 “I need to hear you say it,” I murmured.
 
 “Yes…” he whispered.
 
 “I promise, I’m going to be ok.”
 
 “You can’t promise that…”
 
 “I will anyway, because it’s important to you.”
 
 His body shook as his crying increased again.
 
 “I love you Cody.”
 
 “I love you too.”
 
 My heart filled with joy at his words.
 
 “Knock, knock.”
 
 I shifted enough to turn to the door, where a doctor stood.
 
 “Good to see you’re awake,” he said, walking in. “How are you feeling?”
 
 “My head hurts,” I replied.
 
 He nodded. “That’s to be expected, since you took a potted plant to it. Anything else? Disorientation, loss of memory?”
 
 I shook my head. “Nothing other than pain from what I’ve noticed. How long was I out?”
 
 “A couple hours.” He motioned to Cody. “He refused to leave your side.”
 
 I smiled and kissed his hair. “He’s my mate.”
 
 “I see…” The doctor paused, and I turned back to see him consulting a tablet. “Given how long you were out, we’ve decided to keep you overnight for observation. But your CT scans look good. If you’re still only sore in the morning, and show no other signs of brain trauma, then we’ll let you go home and have continued monitoring from your primary care physician.”
 
 “Thank you.”
 
 He nodded. “I’ll be back in a bit to do some cognitive tests, but I think I can give you a few more minutes together.”
 
 I smiled. “Thank you.”
 
 He left and I buried my nose in Cody’s hair, breathing in his sweet scent.
 
 We had a long way to go, but we were finally moving forward.