Matt listened to them and started to calm a little bit, Barba sounded like he was at bare minimum familiar with how pets tended to feel about, well, life and social interactions, and while Matt simply never trusted anyone free to the deep degree they trusted each other, he could believe that this stiff and proper man liked Toffee like a favorite toy, like the best of jewels, like how fiercely and possessively the brothers had loved him. But Matt felt sick at his own acceptance, waves and waves of guilt and horror and how-could-you what's-wrong-with-you, he deserved better, all of them deserved better, and he retched and vomited in earnest.
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Jamie looked over at Toffee. "Your friend said he was sick earlier, and he didn't eat much for lunch--he's probably just having a bit of an upset stomach," he rationalized gently for his pet-sib, who had a tendency to think anything going wrong was his fault. "I'll get him a ginger ale and offer him maybe pepto-bismol, if that works," he said softly, and got up, a bit nervous to leave Toffee alone with someone they barely knew, but Matt was incredibly unthreatening and wasn't the one acting oddly and speaking in a soft voice with confusing syntax.
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Golubushka and Jamie: Visiting and Helping
Date: 2020-01-10 08:50 pm (UTC)--
Jamie looked over at Toffee. "Your friend said he was sick earlier, and he didn't eat much for lunch--he's probably just having a bit of an upset stomach," he rationalized gently for his pet-sib, who had a tendency to think anything going wrong was his fault. "I'll get him a ginger ale and offer him maybe pepto-bismol, if that works," he said softly, and got up, a bit nervous to leave Toffee alone with someone they barely knew, but Matt was incredibly unthreatening and wasn't the one acting oddly and speaking in a soft voice with confusing syntax.