I heard a noise and realized it was the automatic garage door.
True or false: You’re afraid I’ll betray your trust.Now his eyebrows scrunched together. He was really thinking about my question. Finally he responded, False.
Now I was the one taken aback, so I leaned away and caught my breath for a moment. I was so sure he didn’t trust me. But now I’d go for a different tactic, especially since he was willing to play along.True or false: You’re afraid you’ll start liking me.His jaw fell open and I realized that I might’ve pushed him too far. Fuck me and my big mouth.
As a buddy, I added, to cover up my mistake. A mate.His shoulders relaxed immediately. True.
You like hanging out with me.
A smile quirked his lips. True.It was a fear I wasn’t sure I should’ve voiced out loud, but there it was in all its brilliance.
It wouldn’t be an impulse, he said, steadying his gaze on me, unflustered by my twenty questions over a dog. Maybe an instinct. And it would only be likely if there was real danger.What would happen to . . . to . . . Chopper?
He raised his eyebrow, knowing full well I wasn’t only asking about Chopper.I’d find some way to protect and care for him.