[ Communication may have no longer been a two way street between them, but that doesn't stop Jake from following her every mood with the kind of keenness hidden through his glassy large eyes. He lets out a much quieter boof -- a whisper, as much as a dog was capable of -- canting his head against the inadvertent scratch at his neck.
That was always going to feel good, no matter what kind of weird memory he'd stumbled into. And besides, the touch would answer the question for her as well as he could have. With a quick turn to face her, two sets of dark eyes meeting each other, the only conclusion she would be able to come to is: I don't belong to anybody, which means I probably "belong" here about as much as you do, huh? ]
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That was always going to feel good, no matter what kind of weird memory he'd stumbled into. And besides, the touch would answer the question for her as well as he could have. With a quick turn to face her, two sets of dark eyes meeting each other, the only conclusion she would be able to come to is: I don't belong to anybody, which means I probably "belong" here about as much as you do, huh? ]