[As usual, it's the touching more than anything that unruffles his feathers, even more than feeling guilty about making her fret. There's a pout before he tilts his head into her touch and mumbles "I'm not mad" against her hand - because to him offended does not mean angry - and he closes his eyes with a sigh, nods.
That, he can understand. There's only one thing that immediately comes to mind that she can help with, though, and he's not sure how to say it without making her feel bad about it. Ssso. When he opens his eyes he reaches up and gently takes her hand, holds it in both of his and looks down at them as he plays with hers. Hides his face while he puts thoughts into sentences.]
It'd... help. [Ahem. Right. He looks up at her again and launches on, though his expression is closed off.] Help if there was a schedule, or whatever. Instead of getting kicked out.
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That, he can understand. There's only one thing that immediately comes to mind that she can help with, though, and he's not sure how to say it without making her feel bad about it. Ssso. When he opens his eyes he reaches up and gently takes her hand, holds it in both of his and looks down at them as he plays with hers. Hides his face while he puts thoughts into sentences.]
It'd... help. [Ahem. Right. He looks up at her again and launches on, though his expression is closed off.] Help if there was a schedule, or whatever. Instead of getting kicked out.