[He didn't care about being kneed, but he shivered when Kavinsky touched his ear. It seemed casual, the kind of way friends touched, and yet they'd never quite been friends. He wasn't sure what they'd been, he just knew there were so many missed opportunities, chances that had passed by. Putting the sheepdog down--and trusting it not to immediately bolt--he straightened up, brushing some dirt and who knew what off his clothes.]
I want it to have a good home. [He knew that was nice of him and 'nice' wasn't usually how he presented himself, but-] I'm not sure a train is it.
[What he could do though, was march right up to the people who expected this sheepdog thing and demand to know what they were going to do with it. In time, anyway. Right now he was too busy watching the animal sniff at his shoes while he also watched Kavinsky out of the corner of his eye.
Sometimes, he wasn't sure what was more mind-boggling; space travel on a magical train or the fact Kavinsky was here, alive and well. Both were things that seemed like they must be impossible.]
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I want it to have a good home. [He knew that was nice of him and 'nice' wasn't usually how he presented himself, but-] I'm not sure a train is it.
[What he could do though, was march right up to the people who expected this sheepdog thing and demand to know what they were going to do with it. In time, anyway. Right now he was too busy watching the animal sniff at his shoes while he also watched Kavinsky out of the corner of his eye.
Sometimes, he wasn't sure what was more mind-boggling; space travel on a magical train or the fact Kavinsky was here, alive and well. Both were things that seemed like they must be impossible.]