"I dunno if Sable knows, and I dunno if Sable CARES, but that'd be... nice, right? Wouldn't it? I think that's a good idea."
Miniver tosses aside his cigarette butt and sprawls next to Skwisgaar. He likes the fur, and he likes the closeness of another person. It takes actual effort not to roll over and snuggle against the Swede.