[If ever there comes a day in the future wherein Jaime needs to shed himself of the doggie responsibility, yes. Yes, Will would take him in a heartbeat. Ask for something of Jaime's too—a shirt so the dog always has a reminder of him. For now, though, Will laughs at the idea of a shoelace menace. Once the dog has effectively propped himself up in Will's squatted lap, he takes that as a good sign and carefully stands with the dog tucked under one arm and safely nestled against his chest. Which means his scruffy neck is in prime dog kiss zone and this is his design.]
But then you saw his face. [A face Will turns from too much neck licking by giving him fingers to chew on. The whole dog loving process is so natural at this point he doesn't even have to think about it any more.] What's his name?
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But then you saw his face. [A face Will turns from too much neck licking by giving him fingers to chew on. The whole dog loving process is so natural at this point he doesn't even have to think about it any more.] What's his name?