He watched Zander look him over. Process everything. Honestly, the younger gargoyle handling this a lot better than he expected. More than he hoped, for that matter. Still, he did not want to push. All Grayson wanted to do was reassure Zander that he was whole. Real. This was not some game or trick. His physical form was not under the control of someone else. He realized how lucky he was about that fact. And he wished he had been able to at least introduce him to Aoife. Maybe he that would have at least helped with the shock. At his comment about who he befriended, Grayson offered a sad grin. He nodded and looked down at his hands. He dragged his nails over his calloused finger pads.
“She is a student,” he explained. “I am fortunate.” He believed it. Had he done as their clan always said and stayed away from the humans, he would not be standing there. While he was not about to boast and proclaim why breaking the rules was something Gray approved of in the case of security, he saw it’s benefit to trust his gut. He looked up into Zander’s eyes and searched them for a context to this. How he felt about that fact. He was sure the man still had less trust to humans than before now. And Gray would not blame him. “She reached out to known sanctuaries in hopes of finding you for me.” And she did.
His gaze softened when he watched Zander’s gaze look him over. There was no hesitation for Gray, simply leaning forward and into the touch. His eyes closed and Grayson exhaled a long, heavy sigh. His shoulders dropped in relaxation. He nuzzled against his hand and inhaled deeply. He drank in his brother’s scent and let the calm wash over him. He had his brother. The rest would work itself out. “I am to not have that happen again.” He opened his eyes and wrapped his hand firmly around the back of Zander’s neck and rest his forehead against his brother’s. “Where has your story taken you,” he asked with another inhale. Family. Comfort. Home.