It wasn't that Grey was at all philosophical, but the idea of home was an interesting one for him. Rat was home and Curtis was home. Curtis knew everything, knew Grey's life, understood when no one else here did.
He could hear Curtis's heartbeat, but he lifted his head at the hand in his hair, with a wry arch of his brow. What, was he a dog? He reached up to brush Curtis's hair.
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Date: 2014-11-21 12:11 pm (UTC)He could hear Curtis's heartbeat, but he lifted his head at the hand in his hair, with a wry arch of his brow. What, was he a dog? He reached up to brush Curtis's hair.
Ha.