Aurum could still remember the day he had picked his home out. It had been a fairly uneventful occasion, considering at the time the lion had still thought this was all temporary. He had thought that eventually he would be leaving the swampland before long, following after Poetking in whatever ill thought out plan he threw himself into next. At the time, he had never expected to grow as attached to Tanglewood as he did, or any of the people who lived within it. Still, that didn't mean he had picked a shitty place, just a small, temporary one. It was a decent sized house, but still on the small side, and had plenty of room for himself, his bed, and a cabinet that he chose to keep. Over time, his home had become more permanent, gaining more knick knacks and furniture, as well as more people, with the first being Roy and then Crowley on occasion. At times it felt a little cramped to the lion, but... Roy never complained, and it was hard for the proxy to even think about moving to another house. After all, that had been the home he had been in for nearly six months now. It had so many memories attached to it, and so much character at this point... he decided to wait. Wait and see if Roy ever complained about it, or if anything ever happened. He hoped nothing would, but it certainly would've made things easier.

This was not the first time that Aurum had noticed someone bringing things away from their home, and he somehow doubted that it would be the last. However, unlike with Piers, Aurum didn't feel as much extreme concern about Moth moving things around. After all, his sister was an adult, and if she felt as though she could leave her old home behind, then she should've been allowed to. Still, that didn't mean that the male wasn't gonna be curious about it, especially when he noticed her very slowly moving things across camp, as if everything would turn into dust if she moved the faintest bit faster. Deciding to give in to the childish curiosity inside, the winged lion got to his feet, moving over slowly alongside his adopted sibling. He spoke up with a smile, his tail flicking behind him as he easily kept pace with her, considering how slowly she was moving, "Hey Moth... you're moving, right? I mean, I don't know why else you'd be taking everything out of your house... what's with all the going so slow?" He could certainly understand having one or two fragile things that you desperately didn't want to drop or otherwise break somehow, but it seemed as though she was doing it with everything. He might've understood if perhaps she was injured or something like that, but it didn't seem as though she was, at least not obviously.

Pregnant. Moth was pregnant. Aurum thought, for the briefest of moments, that his ears were ringing, because all he could hear was the repeat of that one word over and over again. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. Moth was pregnant. And he was going to have little nieces and nephews. Fuck, Selby was gonna be a Dad. It was all enough to make him freeze in place, all previous words and questions utterly forgotten. To an outside source, it might've even looked like he was angry or barely holding himself back, but he wasn't really. He was just... stunned. His sister was really pregnant.

Aurum knew well from the look on Moth's face that she was waiting for a reaction from Selby, but the lion decided to provide his first. That way, even if Selby didn't respond positively immediately, she would still know there were others quite overjoyed about it – even if the proxy didn't really think Selby would respond negatively. The male surged forward, being especially careful to hold his weight back as he wrapped Moth up in his warm arms, touching his nose lovingly to her head. He rumbled after a long moment, sounding faintly breathless, "Moth... Moth, this is great! This is amazing! I can't believe you're really pregnant! Oh my God, you're gonna have little itty bitty kittens... I can't wait to meet them. I promise I'll be the best uncle ever." He pulled away after a moment, so that Selby would have access to his girlfriend. Sitting back on his haunches, Aurum couldn't help the way that a smile split his face, unable to hide his excitement. Sure, it wasn't as if he was having kids with anyone, but it was still damn thrilling. His family was getting larger, and he was going to have little nieces and nephews to spoil rotten. What more could anyone really ask for?

    Moth was pregnant. The word itself enough to drain his face of what little color remained. He should have seen it coming; the inevitability of it all seemed so, so obvious now as he eavesdropped on the joyous family's beginning. Yet before he foolishly turned to look in the other direction, forcing himself to see a future with Selby, and only Selby. No Moth intertwining with his friend as she did now, no empty household ready to be crammed full with tabby toddlers. Now, there would be no time for the needy, whiny poltergeist at all.

    Little emotion managed to slip past the face of silent shock he donned, hazel eyes widened ever so slightly and brows pinched upwards. Shakily, Beck offered a lopsided grin to Selby, pride blooming in his waterlogged chest despite his selfish pain. His teeth clenched despite this. While the scrawny boy beamed to the sawbone, upset pricked at the corner of his eyes, persistent even after he frantically blinked it away. He needed to... he needed to leave. Yeah. Then he wouldn't cause a scene. Sucking in more of a hitch than an actual breath, he let his head droop limply, shoulders hunching. But all he could see was a home, a happy home, its doors spilling with equally happy children while happy parents looked on -- and he was still homeless.

    A shudder passed through him and he backed up, bumping into a tree trunk with a flinch before he staggered sideways. It hurt, it hurt so badly. Make them hurt, get rid of the spawn before he loves them more, make them bleed, get rid of the parasites -- he was going to ruin everything again, he didn't want to hurt Selby or Moth or anybody. An odd strangled noise escaped him, quiet among the congratulations. Stumbling over his own paws, he hurriedly retreated from the lovers as fast as he could without breaking into a full sprint.