A Furry Problem

Byron watched and waited, and he hated how he held his breath while he did. He let her play with his hand and then sighed at her answer. You say that, but it's not what my heart wants. And in that, I make no apology.

It was the sort of quiet grumbling that one might associate with a mabari, no real bite but the sort that made him sound just that, grumbling. Along with the longest heave of a sigh as he rolled closer to her, giving her the best puppy dog eyes he could.

I'll take what I can get. And I'll try not to be a mabari tonight. Won't be by choice, I'll promise you that.

@Franziska Wulff