Damaged (Gay Furry Story)

Untitled Part 2

(Sean's POV)

The buzz I was feeling fled instantly at the sound of fear in his tone and the sight of it in his eyes.

Was it me he was afraid of? Did I do something wrong by trying to talk to him? Or was it because I grabbed him out of the blue like that? I asked myself those questions and more that night. I got little sleep because I couldn't come up with any good answers. I just wanted to talk. Was there anything wrong with that? I didn't mean to frighten him.

I dreaded work that day, pushing the mail cart around the office, delivering papers to everyone, and for good reason, too. When I stopped the cart at his cubicle to hand him his mail and other papers, he looked at me wearily. Fear and hurt swam in his bloodshot eyes. Had he been crying all night over what happened at the bar? What had even happened at the bar to make him like that? More questions, questions that I didn't have the answers to.

I gave him a friendly smile as I gathered up his mail and held it out to him. He didn't say anything to me or even smile back, which felt strange and hurt a bit. Normally we'd chat for a few minutes when I brought him his mail, but not today. He just took his mail and turned around to face his computer monitor, without a word. But In that last moment of eye contact, I could have sworn I had seen another emotion swimming around in his eyes. Was it vulnerability that I saw, hidden deep beneath the wakes of the other two?

This wasn't the confident fox I'd seen in front of the board or in meetings with businessmen and women. No, this was someone else entirely, scared, hurt, and vulnerable. What or who did this to him? Did I do this to him? Was that who he really was, underneath it all? More questions that I didn't know the answers to, but I wanted to know.

The day trudged on as I made my way around the office, absentmindedly delivering mail to everyone, all the while thinking about him. I slowed down when I passed by the boardroom and seen him sitting at the long table, surrounded by businessmen. His back was to me, but I could tell that there was something wrong. He was tense, glancing around the room and at the other males, his tail twitching nervously like there was something bad going to happen and he was the only one who knew about it.

As I reminded myself that I had a job to do and forced myself to move on, I wondered if any of the others in the room noticed his behavior. And if they did, would it affect the chances of him gaining another account for the company? Could he lose his job because of it? God, I hope not.

The rest of the day, I found myself thinking about him, looking for him, and watching him whenever I'd see him around the office. Did no one else see the difference in him, did they not care? Was he trying to hide it from them - from me? But I'd seen the change in him and I couldn't unsee it, even if I wanted to - which I didn't want to. I just wanted to talk to him, to see if I could help in some way.

I don't know if he wanted my help or if he would even take it if I offered, but I had to try.