Nate doesn’t say anything when he comes through the door and sees Person, cowering, backed up atop Brad’s boots. It’s one of the reasons Brad loves him.
Setting his duffle and laptop case down, his keys, Nate folds into a sitting position in the entryway, one long-fingered hand (also high on the list) out for Person to sniff. Then he waits, easily, like there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing.
The mutt doesn’t stand a chance.
Brad quits worrying about how to broach the topic of whether the lease on Nate’s shitty apartment allows pets, and starts wondering how long before he’s completely replaced in Person’s affections.
Then he goes to grab the furball already climbing over Nate’s legs and deposit him behind the gate in the kitchen. Brad’s got some affection of his own to give.
This is more like schmooooop
Setting his duffle and laptop case down, his keys, Nate folds into a sitting position in the entryway, one long-fingered hand (also high on the list) out for Person to sniff. Then he waits, easily, like there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing.
The mutt doesn’t stand a chance.
Brad quits worrying about how to broach the topic of whether the lease on Nate’s shitty apartment allows pets, and starts wondering how long before he’s completely replaced in Person’s affections.
Then he goes to grab the furball already climbing over Nate’s legs and deposit him behind the gate in the kitchen. Brad’s got some affection of his own to give.