I'm not saying anything like that! [ Fluster, fluster. He grumbles a bit as she cuddles up to him, but it's affectionate, if grumbling can be called that. Turning his head, he presses his nose to her hair. ]
... Guess it's nice, being out in this weak human sun with you.
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... Guess it's nice, being out in this weak human sun with you.