Peter, who is far more used to being pet than petting, stares blankly at Co. He moves all of his keys to one slender arm. The other he tentatively lifts, watching her to see if this is what she wants. Is he doing it right?
Mulcahy is quiet, and goes very still.
“I’m familiar with the idea. I’ve got something similar. I’m often terrified that my food has been—“ a barely-there pause like a finger running down a comb missing a tooth, “—poisoned. Often I’m alright, but sometimes it’s difficult, and I can especially have trouble with food that I didn’t see being made.” He tries to smile. “At least I’ve never been lighter. You could say I’ve learned my lesson after all of that WWII surplus.”
cw mild ED talk again, weight, reference to drugging
Mulcahy is quiet, and goes very still.
“I’m familiar with the idea. I’ve got something similar. I’m often terrified that my food has been—“ a barely-there pause like a finger running down a comb missing a tooth, “—poisoned. Often I’m alright, but sometimes it’s difficult, and I can especially have trouble with food that I didn’t see being made.” He tries to smile. “At least I’ve never been lighter. You could say I’ve learned my lesson after all of that WWII surplus.”
That’s not it, and both of them know it.