Chance had known that Ciaran was there, his scent was a familiar one and it very much was welcome despite his more anti-social behavior. His amber eyes kept looking towards the younger male, his black ear twitching as it picked up the end of his conversation that he was having.

He could not help the heavy sigh that escaped his lips as he heard the trouble in the young shifter's voice. He closed his eyes and rubbed at his face. Here he was, thinking that he could confided in Ciaran. To tell him that he had been blacking out lately and waking up covered in blood. Who's blood was the mystery but he was just happy that it was not anyone who was in the circus or his animal family.

He silently moved over to the Child, ruffling his hair in an affectionate manner as he thought on his words carefully. He knew that Ciaran cared about Midori as if she was his own mother or maybe lover was a better term for her, though sometimes it seemed like a brother or sister love. Anyways his thoughts on what exactly their relationship was is not what he should be focusing on.

"She.....is...stubborn. All you can do is just silently support her and stay by her side." He finally spoke to him, his voice was rough and harsh, it was as if he had not used it in years but it was also clear that he was truly choosing his words carefully. He clearly was trying to be helpful and be thoughtful towards Ciaran's feelings, regardless of his own.