[Boober's weigth across his lap is a nice one. It's not something he's use to; generally he is small enough that everybody is far too big to get into his lap. But like this, Boober fits perfectly, and the light pressure of him across his thighs, and the warmth of his chest is a reminder that he is not alone.]
Oh. No. No, I never think about that. It's not-- [he already winces, knowing his next words are going to upset Boober, and yet unable not to say them.] important.
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Oh. No. No, I never think about that. It's not-- [he already winces, knowing his next words are going to upset Boober, and yet unable not to say them.] important.