[He didn't even have to ask for it, is the thing. Once, he would've — well, not had to ask, but would've felt like he needed to, rather. Wouldn't have trusted, somehow, that he would get something he didn't earn, would be given something he didn't ask for. But he doesn't need to ask Tseng to tell him he did well, to praise him. He's safe, and it does feel so good.
It's strangely nice just to hear Tseng's voice, though. Like stroking his hand down Darkstar's spine, hearing the jingle of her collar as reassurance of her proximity. He really could've been happy just listening to Tseng talk to him about anything. The praise just makes it all the better.]
Yeah...
[Tired, undoubtedly, but being worn out feels good, too.]
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It's strangely nice just to hear Tseng's voice, though. Like stroking his hand down Darkstar's spine, hearing the jingle of her collar as reassurance of her proximity. He really could've been happy just listening to Tseng talk to him about anything. The praise just makes it all the better.]
Yeah...
[Tired, undoubtedly, but being worn out feels good, too.]
We can do this again...right? More of this?