They do. { There’s a pause, and be it intentional or not, it takes into another spiraling, nauseating roundabout. It’s becoming an annoyance. It also is making him face what he’s kept deep into the crevices of his mind where he doesn’t want to look. Will hadn’t considered why he picked up strays. He knew, just never addressed it and in the simple words he gives, there are weighted truths he’s struggling to grapple.

The trust, the loyalty. Dogs remain, people don’t.

He clears his throat for what he thinks is the first time, but it’s probably not. }

They do require a lot of care. Cats are very… independent. I like the simplicity of animals. Their reasons to live are clear. Is your uncle’s hatred yours?

{ He’s speaking nearly absentmindedly, still present to the conversation while at the same time he’s trying to see if he can last. It’s not connection, per say. Jack may have been soured in memory, but he did at least push Will to socialize, determent aside. Something tells him he should. }