[She pulls back a little, looks at him carefully, as though inspecting some priceless work of art. Her expression is almost pitying. He just doesn't understand. He never will.]
[It's okay, it really is, it's just - she wishes someone did. At the same time she wishes no one ever will.]
[She reaches out to pat his cheek, his jaw, where hair grows when he becomes an animal. She remembers that. He isn't quite human. Neither is she.]
spam }
[It's okay, it really is, it's just - she wishes someone did. At the same time she wishes no one ever will.]
[She reaches out to pat his cheek, his jaw, where hair grows when he becomes an animal. She remembers that. He isn't quite human. Neither is she.]
You're a good friend.