Cat kept his head turned into the pillow, the tears still making the material damp. Still his shoulders shook. Alcuin's words did nothing to soothe him, but his voice distracted. Distracted enough to the sobbing subsided. Falling away as if he was comforted by the words, even though he was not.
Bought and saved. Kept, cared for. Perhaps to Alcuin it could be love, but to Cat he saw only two people with hearts so big and warm. So kind to take him on with all of his issues, to shelter and protect him. His lips parted to say it was alright, Alcuin could stop, that he would be alright. It was alright. It was alright.