Erik didn’t notice the storm at first. And he wouldn’t have, if Brian hadn’t scrambled into his lap and under his arms. The cat was shivering in terror as thunder broke outside, clutching at Erik’s shirt. His eyes were watery blue.
“Brian? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Ewik! Roooud!” Brown fuzzy ears lay close to his head as the cat tries to bury his head into the man.
Erik presses a kiss to his hair, arms wrapping around the quivering form. One hand strokes his ears soothingly. “Shhhh. It’s alright. It can’t hurt you now. You’re safe inside.”
Charles peeks into the room, tail flicking in agitation. “Brian?”
The older cat climbs onto the bed, licking at Brian’s cheek as he curls close to Erik. Brian mewls, one hand reaching out to tug at his brother’s shirt, pulling him even closer. Erik moves an arm around Charles, and strokes his hands down their backs. Another crash of thunder has the cats gripping hard at his chest, drawing out a small hiss of pain. Charles hears and his ears fall back. He nudges Erik’s jaw with his nose in apology.
“Sor…ry.” He struggles with pronunciation, but Erik smiles at him, squeezing his shoulder gently.
“It’s alright, Charles.” The cat settles back against his chest, arms wrapping around Brian.
Brian opens his eyes, blinks at Charles, and lets out a pitiful mew. Erik can’t help pulling him into a tighter hug. They stay like that until the storm passes, the cats curled around each other, and Erik embracing them.