Octavian felt a rush of relief knowing that they were happy tears and not sad tears. He hadn't had many times in his life that he cried of happiness, so he was shaken to the core to find that Byron was so happy over such small things. His face was doing a weird thing where it was and wasn't showing a great amount of emotion. His eyes teared up and cried but no muscles on his face moved to show any sign of happiness or sadness besides the salty droplets that were now increasing in number.<br/><br/>When Byron hugged Octavian the small deer couldn't help but beam happiness. This was good, amazing even! The other was getting more comfortable, and he didn't mind the hug at all. Leaning against the man a soft rumbling started to bubble up inside of his chest. He was purring, yes like a cat would purr when they were happy. The boy found his an embarrassing trait and could often suppress it, and he had really tried to hide it from Byron so he would continue to be seen as less of a monster to him, but it just had to slip out this one time.<br/><br/>Looking up the purr died down to be very quiet, the man should only be able to feel it at this point as they were pressed together. Lifting a hand he carefully rubbed the tears off of the face of Byron, he didn't like seeing him cry, even if it was happy tears. He wanted the other happy of course, but he just hated it when other people cried and he didn't know the solution to fix the situation.<br/><br/>"No, of course, I'll bring food!" Octavian demanded as he stepped away from the hug. How could he not eat properly, that was completely ridiculous. "I'll make Pan teach me as I'm terrible at it," The deer often ate the most basic meals because he didn't know how the hell to cook anything without burning it or adding too much of this or that. He would try for Byron though and pester Pan for lessons every now and again whenever the snake was available to do so.<br/><br/>"Eat the soup, we can share it," Carefully Octavian took a seat on the soft grass in front of Byron and slowly twisted off the top of the thermos. Pouring a bit of the soup into the cap he then handed the rest to the other. It was still steaming as he brought his lips to the metal and took a small sip, it was as good as ever, Pan never failed to impress with the cooking skills. Octavian had totally forgotten to eat for most of that day due to excitement, so the soup warmed him up and would fill him up just enough to not make his stomach burn angrily