. . ` 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 ° ຊ

“ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ 𝖒𝖞 ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓' ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴀɴᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ 𝖇𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖘 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ 𝖌𝖚𝖓𝖘 ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉, ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ 𝖅𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖊, ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ, 𝖅𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖊 . . . „ ⊞

“If you called out of any room in my cabin- you’d have all 6 dogs running, Benny included- John… and me. No matter who you asked for”

“Well- a little” David does give him a little smile then. “I would’ve picked John.”

Snake, you can say that because you're a legend. But I'm Jack the Ripper; a terrible reminder of a dirty mistake.

David had to look away. A flush on his cheeks. “Hnm- you should give him a better name then that”

David moved away, to the room where all the huskies slept. He came back with a small pup cradled in his arms. “Here.” He held his arms out.

David rumbled softly in his chest. A chuckle. “The dog isn’t the gift.” David swayed them both gently. “I want you to name him”

“You forgot?” David didn’t mind. They were both busy of course. “I got us chocolate. And something else too”

{ Holding tight because it’s been so long } Happy Valentines Day

Taking Jack’s hand. “No- I knew that” he smiled. Giving his hand a tug, trying to get him to look back at him. “We- we can figure something out. There has to be something.”

{ Hand rubbing soothingly, if it’s a muscle issue- this was a massage } “Tense up, huh? That doesn’t sound beneficial if you’re trying to escape something. Can’t imagine another circumstance where you’d be hurt…”