Always. In fact... why don't I make us a special treat? When I was very, very little, and my body pains hurt too much, my caretakers would make me special drinks... One was a tea brewed in hot chocolate, and one was a sleep aid called golden milk. Both were very warm and comforting. Which one would you like to try?
( the entire time, she sits petting his hair. her poor boy.
( she hugs him close, tight, like it can even possibly make up for what she's done- she should have communicated, should have planned for this, should have known better because of course he'd be hurt and scared, every time she leaves people are hurt and scared, not matter how many times she comes back-
after a moment, she lets go to take one of his hands in her own. her eyes feel a bit misty. )
We'll make the golden milk, find someplace quiet and comfortable, and have ourselves a nap.
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( the entire time, she sits petting his hair. her poor boy.
when did he... )
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[ He says it a little sheepishly, but he was really worked up. No way was he getting any sleep like that.
Its fine-- it's fine! He snuggles into the affection. At least she's back now. At least she hadn't been taken forever like he feared. ]
... I missed you.
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( she hugs him close, tight, like it can even possibly make up for what she's done- she should have communicated, should have planned for this, should have known better because of course he'd be hurt and scared, every time she leaves people are hurt and scared, not matter how many times she comes back-
after a moment, she lets go to take one of his hands in her own. her eyes feel a bit misty. )
We'll make the golden milk, find someplace quiet and comfortable, and have ourselves a nap.