Directly contradictory to his previous intentions, Colby gained that the pair were getting along and getting over what had bothered them and then decided to listen. He wasn't entirely correct, but now that he began to listen he certainly didn't find the will to ignore their, conversation. His heart was set on one thing right out of the gate, he was going to do one thing to Yuma no matter what. Suddenly the nickname her sister labeled with him had come out between them and he narrowed his eyes. Seeing them part ways, Colby let the insult slide and forgave the naughty little brat for her rudeness, at least in his heart.<br/><br/>Without another moment of pause, Colby steadily, calmly approached his darling little pet with his hair covering his eyes and his lips unreadiably steady. Without making a sound from his throat, no type of talking or warning, he walked right up to her until there was barely an inch between them and did exactly what he was heart-felt to do. With his forearms crossed just above her tail, he pulled her into his big chest. Taller than her, her head barely got past his abdomen. This hug was what he decided he would do. Tightly, he guided her against his intensely firm skin with their clothes barrier, and his cozy warmth. His head slowly made, it's way down until he could hide his face between her delicate kitty ears. Accidentally, his cheeks stroked both of them with a natural and perfect feel/fit. He then spoke softly, quietly for just her. "Are you going to Feel better? I am sorry, especially if I played a part in that. I can guide you back to our room if you need rest... I am sorry. Yuma..."