It made sense. Oh how he loathed the word but oh how it was true; it made terrible, awful, wonderful sense. And how she made sense, normal in the most chaotic way, striving for an uneventful life but getting caught up in all the changes in Equestria, scared of her own shadow but somehow able to be brave, taking care of animals by adapting their behaviors… He watched as she continued licking the bunny’s fur. Normal in the most natural, chaotic way, like the very earth itself. And being what he was, he was drawn to this--drawn to the want for order, and the constant imbalances as it strove for middle ground. And of course it took the most mundane, most normal, most inconsequential exchange of words to realize it.
Not so very inconsequential after all.
His hearts clenched and he found it hard to breath. Though the feeling wasn’t foreign to him, he hadn’t felt it in so long it might as well have been new. Yes he’d been in relationships before, but all with more extremes. One had strove for order, which had been what drew him to them, but also enjoyed the thrill of chaos; then another had wanted to overthrow order, keeping only enough to organize a rebellion; and another had been so stiff, so consumed with the want to have everything in place, to have everyone follow rules, and had gotten so thrilled when things got out of line, giving them more reason to claim even more order; and yet another had defied order, had torn down the most uptight system, and yet when everything had crumbled to chaos, took it upon themselves to rebuild the society under a loosely organized set of laws.
He had lived so long, had seen all types of organized rule, all types of dismantling, yet in the end it was order that drew him to them, order that had sparked a relationship, order that had ended it.
His claws had been clutching the blanket he lay on, and he loosened his grip as best he could, turning his gaze back to the pegasus. His grip tightened once more. There was something about her order that was different, raw. It wasn’t civilized order that drove her, or a need for an organized life. He watched as she groomed the rabbit, her calm contrasted with his disgruntled demeanor. His body grew stiff. It was balance.