Another omega would offer him everything he wanted - touch, intimacy, and sex.
Jamue gulped, looking away.
“How is father?”
“Don’t worry about him. Are you okay? Are you safe?”
“Yes, I am. I…” Jamue glanced at Hym and put a few more steps between them. “I need your advice.”
“About…”
“Have you ever dealt with patients that experienced a traumatic event?”
“A few,” Sirhe said. “What do you need to know?”
“Uhhh…how do you help them?”
Silence met his question.
“Sirhe?”
“I’ve found that creating a relaxing environment for them helps, listening when they want to talk, learning about their triggers and being supportive when they have flashbacks or an episode. Be there to soothe them and make sure they know they're safe,” he said softly, falling silent for a few seconds. “Is it the alpha who came...?” he trailed off.
Jamue froze.
Did he just guess where he was?
When he didn’t say anything, Jamue relaxed a little.
Sirhe cleared his throat. “Uhh… your scent will help calm him too.”
Hym said the same thing.
Was it an alpha thing?
“Okay,” Jamue said. His brother gave him a lot to think over. “I need the concealing strips. Send them to Mac, he’ll get them to me.”
Sirhe went silent.
Jamue could tell he wanted to say something, but he didn’t.
“Take care of yourself, brother,” he said after a few minutes.
The connector went silent.
Jamue turned to Hym just as he straightened, a bunch of purple bell ring flowers in his hand. He walked to him and stretched out his arm, awkwardly.
“Here,” he said.
Jamue stared at them with a slight grimace. He didn't do flowers.
“It’s a welcome gift.” The sincerity in his voice made his heart skip. He was so sweet.
Jamue’s insides turned to mush.
For him, he thought, reaching for the flowers.
Hym retracted his fingers before they grazed his, but his eyes bored into him, making him feel like he’d touched him anyway.