Silence is fine. For a while, he's content with silence and physical contact, breathing slow and easy as he waits for any high to kick in. Feels like it's a slow process. But if his immunity does nothing than he's sure when it does kick in, it'll be a hell of a whammy. Which is why when he first hears an odd-sounding whimper and looks over to what he perceives as a shadowed dog ambling not too far from them, he has to take another look. Real or imagined? Hell if he can tell, so he pats her stomach urgently and points in the direction of the potentially whiny...dingo?
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2016-05-18 02:21 am (UTC)"Hey, hey. You—you see it? Hear it too?"