( Looking at Max is too painful. He bobs his head, cuddling the cat to his chest, though she makes a little brrrr of surprised protest. Her warmth is a comfort, but Maurice is moving after him, now, and he feels like he's letting down someone who he can't even explain this to. Kneeling, Donny scratches Maurice's neck again. ) It's okay. You're uh, you're a g-good-- good d-dog.
( A little pat, a ruffle, and he's standing again. Loaded up with bags, holding a cat, and finally he's looking at Max again. And, honestly? He's no idea what to say. )
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( A little pat, a ruffle, and he's standing again. Loaded up with bags, holding a cat, and finally he's looking at Max again. And, honestly? He's no idea what to say. )