[A number of small, long-haired golden retrievers cluster around them, as friendly puppies are wont to do, but Ned can't bring himself to touch any of them. They only serve to remind him of the day Digby was hit by a truck, the day Ned touched his dead dog in the road and something tingled and sparked at the end of his finger, the day Digby came back to life.
Ned lifts his head, but doesn't speak for a long moment. He simply looks at her, arms wrapped around his knees, chin resting on black cloth.]
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Ned lifts his head, but doesn't speak for a long moment. He simply looks at her, arms wrapped around his knees, chin resting on black cloth.]
...please don't- please don't tell anyone.