{ The play is ending and heβs been here enough to know that it will restart again. He almost counts the beats until it does. The cat is proving to be a sufficient distraction from the thrum of this odd cycle. His attempt at a smile is small, weak even. Pardon him. His socializing needs some tuning. }
I have seven dogs. { He still thinks he might one day go back to them, or so he hopes. Will stares at Jenny the cat, considers the offer. } You should probably know my name then. Will Graham.
{ Itβs odd, as if his own name is something foreign. He carefully reaches out and pets the cat. The weakness to his smile seems more genuine than before as he finds the fur is soft. He is compelled into a confession that may not mean much at forefront, but holds deep for him. }
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I have seven dogs. { He still thinks he might one day go back to them, or so he hopes. Will stares at Jenny the cat, considers the offer. } You should probably know my name then. Will Graham.
{ Itβs odd, as if his own name is something foreign. He carefully reaches out and pets the cat. The weakness to his smile seems more genuine than before as he finds the fur is soft. He is compelled into a confession that may not mean much at forefront, but holds deep for him. }
I miss them.