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"More than that, I--" he frowned and focused on petting Toffee, smoothing his hair and gathering him close. "I'm not terribly good at taking care of him yet. I've taken care of my other pets when they needed it--when Hendrick crashed after semesters or difficult tests, when Ivannya was almost killed, and when Jamie got heat stroke. But I already knew them by then, I saw them get the flu or need reassurance after an evaluation. I think I just don't know what Toffee wants me to be to him. And I fear that until he gets to know and trust me, and vice versa, I'll keep making errors like this." He breathed out. "I want to know how that makes you feel, Toffee."