[Hank stares at her for a second. He stares at her a second more. Then he sighs, his voice going exasperated and tired.]
Sure. I guess I can sit here for your doggy playdate. Why not?
[Sumo has the bed and the horse maiden, apparently, has Sumo. So Hank just slides down the wall onto the floor, leaning forward to rub the heel of his hand into his eye and muttering to her.]
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Sure. I guess I can sit here for your doggy playdate. Why not?
[Sumo has the bed and the horse maiden, apparently, has Sumo. So Hank just slides down the wall onto the floor, leaning forward to rub the heel of his hand into his eye and muttering to her.]
He’s not dangerous, y’know. ‘S why I got him.