Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
He was edging closer as the discussion continued, nose first, until he was within arm's reach and both ears were pressed all the way forward to inspect both of them. The words were becoming noise again; he was starting to realize that if he wasn't concentrating very specifically on hearing or speaking, everything tended to be just noise. The subject of coffee wasn't interesting to him at all, and neither were the introductions. He was pleased that Beauty was being properly cared for, since he had absolutely no idea how to do it. Most of his attention centered on her welfare, and that did not seem strange. Now that they were all here where they belonged, there was no reason to worry. "You stay," he repeated, firmly. Satisfied, he sat back on his haunches again and pulled one massive paw back to lick his wounds again.