"My pack." Which has always been her first answer. It used to be her only answer. "And learning new things. Going new places. Figuring things out even if I'm...not great at understanding what I'm seeing."
She lets herself just enjoy the feel of his fingers. "I really want you to know what makes you happy, too. You're able to find out here, aren't you? Like...more than you could at home. It's safer for you to learn about yourself here?"
He chuckles a little, sadly, as he starts carefully working on a French braid along one side of her head. "I know a lot about myself, at this point. I've had time. I know I'm better off here than out in the world. I know I want my friends here to stick around and keep letting me be their friend. I want more songs on the piano and a shit-ton of food so I can stop feeling like a skeleton and to sit on my sheepskin rug. I want to keep people safe. I'm not sure if that's happy exactly, but I know it's better with those things than without them."
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She lets herself just enjoy the feel of his fingers. "I really want you to know what makes you happy, too. You're able to find out here, aren't you? Like...more than you could at home. It's safer for you to learn about yourself here?"
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