[ . . . he seems like he needs to think about it for a moment - before allowing the door to open. he looks tired and saddened, but he can't quite bring himself to turn her away.]
[he'll take her hand at that - and encourage her in closer. he doesn't mind just sitting on the loveseat. it appears as though he was having a bit of soup, made by someone else.]
[She heads towards the loveseat and takes a seat next to him, not releasing his hand.]
It's hard, isn't it? I can't imagine.
[She'll let him lead the conversation here - she doesn't want to pry too much into something painful, but she also doesn't want him to go without an opportunity to get anything he might need off his chest.]
[ . . . he's quiet for a bit before smiling faintly - ]
I never cared before. Perhaps... that is odd to hear, from a human perspective. But... we were given to different owners at times, and we would be separated. I did not mind very much, but... I learned recently that he missed me very much when I was gone.
I suppose now that he is the one taken away... I have been finding it much more difficult to breathe.
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but when he speaks again, it's soft, quiet]
... Nothing anyone can give.
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Do you want to be alone?
[If he does, the least she can do is honor that.]
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... Perhaps we can be alone together.
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[There's sympathy in her face as she sees his expression, and she reaches for his hand.]
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... it's just been some time, I suppose.
Since I've been without him.
[maybe that's why he feels more alone than usual]
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It's hard, isn't it? I can't imagine.
[She'll let him lead the conversation here - she doesn't want to pry too much into something painful, but she also doesn't want him to go without an opportunity to get anything he might need off his chest.]
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I never cared before. Perhaps... that is odd to hear, from a human perspective. But... we were given to different owners at times, and we would be separated. I did not mind very much, but... I learned recently that he missed me very much when I was gone.
I suppose now that he is the one taken away... I have been finding it much more difficult to breathe.
[maybe missing someone is a feeling like that]