Bao eyes her back, flicking her whiskers with a similar uncertainty. The Familiar Person seems to be okay with the New Person wandering around the kitchen, and the Familiar Person's good at keeping Bao safe. Still...
(TJ has no such concerns and happily luxuriates in Fever's petting. As always, he's just happy to be here!)
Radar can only do so much shuffling before the table's clear, and the papers are in a decent enough order for him to get back to work later. He sits down. Immediately, it's obvious Fever's assumptions were right on the money: he sags like he hasn't gotten off his feet in days, elbows propped on the table, forehead in one hand like he can't hold his head up any other way.
"I think I know how my mom felt when my dad died," he mumbles at last. He's not sure way he says it; only, maybe, that he was thinking about his mom earlier, and has been wishing desperately this whole time that she was here.
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(TJ has no such concerns and happily luxuriates in Fever's petting. As always, he's just happy to be here!)
Radar can only do so much shuffling before the table's clear, and the papers are in a decent enough order for him to get back to work later. He sits down. Immediately, it's obvious Fever's assumptions were right on the money: he sags like he hasn't gotten off his feet in days, elbows propped on the table, forehead in one hand like he can't hold his head up any other way.
"I think I know how my mom felt when my dad died," he mumbles at last. He's not sure way he says it; only, maybe, that he was thinking about his mom earlier, and has been wishing desperately this whole time that she was here.