His face mellows at her little joke. It has been a year, almost to the day.
"It isn't unwarranted." Weeping in the living room, that is. He wades through the cat sea and settles at her side, one lug tucked beneath him so he can better face her. The dip in the bed pulls them together. His hand naturally rests on her back.
It still catches him off his guard, that they have a place to decompress like this. Even more that they can do it at all.
"I'm afraid I may have baffled Heather with my own... outpouring."
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"It isn't unwarranted." Weeping in the living room, that is. He wades through the cat sea and settles at her side, one lug tucked beneath him so he can better face her. The dip in the bed pulls them together. His hand naturally rests on her back.
It still catches him off his guard, that they have a place to decompress like this. Even more that they can do it at all.
"I'm afraid I may have baffled Heather with my own... outpouring."