[He...waits for a moment, though. He strokes Thomas' hair (especially around the bases of the horns that seem somehow larger than before) and rubs his fingertips over the new points of the ears. Just...just to tide him over.
(it's...nice, to have him curled in close)
After a minute of that, he reaches for the tray to set it carefully in his lap. There's chicken soup and fruit and bread and...chocolate cake, probably courtesy of Michael.
...there's something on his mind, though, as he uncovers the dishes.]
...when you...feed this time...will you take as much?
[Not that Chris should really expect Thomas to know what Chris is talking about, at this point.]
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[He...waits for a moment, though. He strokes Thomas' hair (especially around the bases of the horns that seem somehow larger than before) and rubs his fingertips over the new points of the ears. Just...just to tide him over.
(it's...nice, to have him curled in close)
After a minute of that, he reaches for the tray to set it carefully in his lap. There's chicken soup and fruit and bread and...chocolate cake, probably courtesy of Michael.
...there's something on his mind, though, as he uncovers the dishes.]
...when you...feed this time...will you take as much?
[Not that Chris should really expect Thomas to know what Chris is talking about, at this point.]