The space cats will simply have to live on in his memory...
"Your room is looking a little lonely..." Pretending to sweep her quarters with a speculative gaze, it's all he has time to get out before Clementine rises with her newly restored strength and--much to his surprise--comes forward to embrace him.
Oh.
Funny, how so much character can fit into someone with such small stature. He's on the tall and willowy side for a man, and the top of Clementine head only reaches the vicinity of his chest.
She doesn't have to articulate her discomfort aloud for it to be understood; it's easy for people who claw their way up with their teeth to forget they don't always have to show them to the people they meet. Physical affection is a casual visitor in his own life, and if he were in her position being squeezed back by someone his size, he knows he'd be squirming if it were harder and longer than he'd like. After a moment to let the warmth of her gesture sink in, he smiles and rests a hand lightly between her shoulders.
"Don't mention it," he says. Is that a note of embarrassment in his voice at being pleasantly sucker punched? Shh, nonsense. He's not that easy to catch off guard. "I'm a giver."
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"Your room is looking a little lonely..." Pretending to sweep her quarters with a speculative gaze, it's all he has time to get out before Clementine rises with her newly restored strength and--much to his surprise--comes forward to embrace him.
Oh.
Funny, how so much character can fit into someone with such small stature. He's on the tall and willowy side for a man, and the top of Clementine head only reaches the vicinity of his chest.
She doesn't have to articulate her discomfort aloud for it to be understood; it's easy for people who claw their way up with their teeth to forget they don't always have to show them to the people they meet. Physical affection is a casual visitor in his own life, and if he were in her position being squeezed back by someone his size, he knows he'd be squirming if it were harder and longer than he'd like. After a moment to let the warmth of her gesture sink in, he smiles and rests a hand lightly between her shoulders.
"Don't mention it," he says. Is that a note of embarrassment in his voice at being pleasantly sucker punched? Shh, nonsense. He's not that easy to catch off guard. "I'm a giver."