Pierce: *acting strange*
Ava: *concerned* Pierce?
Pierce:.... *pants*..... y-yes?.......
Ava: What's wrong?
Pierce:........ I-it's.......... nothing.......
Ava: Something's wrong. I can see it.
Pierce:....... N-Nothing's........ wrong........
Ava: Are you sick?
Pierce: *winces* n-no.......
Ava: Then what?
Pierce: n-not here...... *drags her to her room*
Ava: So what's wrong?
Pierce: I-I'm......... It's my m-mating season.......... I-I'm in rut......
Ava: Mating season?
Pierce: Y-Yeah......... I-It makes me- *winces in insufferable pain*
Ava: Pierce!!!!!
Pierce: I-I'm........ a-alright.......
Ava: No, you're not! *holds Pierce's head*
Pierce: I-I'm fine...... r-really......
Ava: At least, let me help you out. That is if you want me to.
Pierce: I-I........ I would like that.......
