[Pretty weak response, but true nonetheless. It's the latter response of hers that gets a long look.]
... The last time I scratched someone's ears, it was for an actual dog. Granted, that dog was also an I-actually-believe-in-this-one goddess.
[A pause, then he lifts his hand - the one not carrying groceries - slowly.]
Do you... want me to...?
[This is so dumb, he is dumb, everything feels like a conglomeration of gelatinous, congealed stupidity and here they are, stuck in it in a prime example of reality's most ill-thought jello mold.]
no subject
[Pretty weak response, but true nonetheless. It's the latter response of hers that gets a long look.]
... The last time I scratched someone's ears, it was for an actual dog. Granted, that dog was also an I-actually-believe-in-this-one goddess.
[A pause, then he lifts his hand - the one not carrying groceries - slowly.]
Do you... want me to...?
[This is so dumb, he is dumb, everything feels like a conglomeration of gelatinous, congealed stupidity and here they are, stuck in it in a prime example of reality's most ill-thought jello mold.]