The crack and hiss of bone and fur sees the Leopard avert his gaze towards Nadya once more, her agitation resulting in her sudden change back to human form, her naked frame merely accepted and yet that small swell within her stomach hardly goes unnoticed by the ever-observant creature, his own head tilting slightly at this change, slight as it is, upon her physical form, the boy choosing once more to remain oblivious to the conversation going on about him, tuning out the raised voices and tension within the air- mind focused entirely upon this part of the woman with evident curiosity before she moves to wrap one of Tetra's coats about herself and those amber gold leopard eyes return to his Alpha. Ears prick forward once more, continuing to attempt to puzzle out the situation before him, this notion of cub, this word tossed about over and over bringing a ready scowl to his features. He understands cub, knows well what it is and yet aside from this most basal of understandings he cannot perceive why his companions seem so focused upon it, attention returning to Nadya as she makes some attempt to explain the situation. Her wording, perhaps, is not ideal within this situation, the frustration and irritation within her voice grating against him all the same, the creature often entirely vulnerable to the emotions of others, content to absorb that which those around him express, the boy moving to match her stern scowl and irritated posture, his own hand lifting to run throw his hair in a mimic of the woman though why he does such things can hardly be said, merely content to absorb the mood of those around him even if he is not given to feel such things himself.

My cub?

That spotted head merely tilts, the boy entirely assured he does not have a cub, a denial already upon his lips before this mention of it being inside the woman seems to result in some sense of realisation, her previously larger appearance, it would seem, having connected this understanding with the words he has presented with and yet......his understanding is perhaps not entirely accurate in it's deductions, the boy having understood only that Nadya has a cub within her.

You...ate it!?

It is, perhaps, an entirely logical conclusion to the events he has been presented with, having failed entirely to make this connection between sex and child, understanding only that Nadya has clearly consumed an infant, the boy understanding, at last, why Tetradore seems so very cross with her, even his fractured mind given to perceive that a cub is not a meal, instinct warding him away from such things. That it is evidently his cub she has eaten only serves to agitate him further, eyes narrowed upon the woman now at her determination to keep this cub from him, his own mind struggling still to understand what is so far from his mental reach.

At least I....will not....eat it.

Such words are muttered in a huff of sorts, perhaps unheard above his arguing siblings. It is only the mention of killing this cub that so seems to alight the creatures mind once more, drawing his gaze towards his Alpha. He has existed beside his companion for years, has seen him cry, although perhaps not for many years since- what is hidden to Nadya hardly missed by the Leopard as those golden eyes linger upon his leader, seeing entirely those tears that will not fall, this ever rare emotion expressed by his Alpha seeming to stun the Leopard, a low rumbling sound vibrating within his chest in some desperate manner to prevent it, to somehow appease the other man despite the mere fraction for which this vulnerability is expressed before rapidly being replaced with the controlled façade that has so become his companions norm- and yet, it would seem this trigger alone is entirely enough to set the leopard off, fur melting from him, cat replaced with man as one fist suddenly slams into the desk he rests upon at Nadya's command for him to grow up.

"Nadya- enough! He does more for you then you will ever know!"

Where such lucid words have come from remain entirely to be seen, the boy suddenly proceeding to storm entirely from the room, shoving past the girl and disappearing down into the hallway of the Ark, a bang and crash sounding from next door alluding to the destruction of some innocent piece of furniture before the young man returns once more, clad now in a pair of jeans and a shirt (that seems to be inside out), returning now to stand before the woman, that brief moment of clarity seeming to have evaporated from him entirely- almost as if it had simply never occurred.

"Come....I am taking...you home."

Perhaps he is the only one whom has failed to grow up and yet, by this token he simply has not changed, not in all those years- not as Nadya and Tetradore have. He moves to wander from Nadya's side only once more, pausing before Tetradore now, hand suddenly held out towards the other mans own, content to press something into his palm, words loud enough for Tetra alone.

"I do not...get.....sad because there is...something wrong with me.....so I...do not....need this. You can...have it."

The small crinkly ball is nothing short of a gift from Davante, a cat toy that crumples and rings each time it is rolled about, the ball a delightful feeling to hold, a lopsided grin touching his features before he precedes to march back to the girl, waiting for her to head for the door.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push