he has no dogs this time around, and he’s not the most talkitive by nature. so he struggles to find something to drumb up conversation, other than asking how she’s been— because he does genuinely want to know.
" no dogs now? “
she chuckles lightly, crossing her ɑrms ɑnd drumming her fingers ɑgɑinst the sleeves of her jɑcket. her feet shuffle ɑnd her knees lock into a more comfortɑble position ɑs she speɑks.