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Again, Kansas was struck by how easily wrongs were righted with children. He had said something potentially hurtful—more so than he could have imagined—and yet his simple answer had left her just as content as before. However, Kansas knew there were probably complexities to his puppies, so many that he would never be truly able to understand them. He worried sometimes that his inability to see how what he was doing affected them exactly would mess them up somehow. Not that he didn't hope his kids would do wonderfully in the world, when the time came.
Kansas wondered if Jefferson was having similar thoughts; his hesitant tone of voice suggested that he might be. It seemed to him that his uncertainty was deeper, and Kansas tilted his head slightly, curious. Just then, he felt a remarkably sharp scratching upon his calves and looked quickly to the ground, where his cinnamon daughter was asking quietly but insistently to be held. "Silly," he told her. But he grinned and lifted her carefully, situating her in his arms so that she could face Jefferson. As the man continued, Kansas wondered absently what Cambria was thinking of this.
Understanding dawned on Kansas; Jefferson's explanation explained his hesitancy sufficiently enough for the Sadira to wonder no more. He thought the Cyclops sounded regretful, but Kansas wasn't exactly sure. It certainly would have made sense, whether or not Jefferson had anything to regret; the snowy boy was sure he would feel pretty badly if he had an unknown litter out there somewhere. "It's, eh, cool that you found them again," he offered, obviously very unaware of the truth. But that didn't matter. Jefferson explained adoption well enough to Cambria, and again Kansas was surprised by how much he admired Phoenix Valley's leader. "That was nice of Jefferson, huh?"
Again, Kansas was struck by how easily wrongs were righted with children. He had said something potentially hurtful—more so than he could have imagined—and yet his simple answer had left her just as content as before. However, Kansas knew there were probably complexities to his puppies, so many that he would never be truly able to understand them. He worried sometimes that his inability to see how what he was doing affected them exactly would mess them up somehow. Not that he didn't hope his kids would do wonderfully in the world, when the time came.
Kansas wondered if Jefferson was having similar thoughts; his hesitant tone of voice suggested that he might be. It seemed to him that his uncertainty was deeper, and Kansas tilted his head slightly, curious. Just then, he felt a remarkably sharp scratching upon his calves and looked quickly to the ground, where his cinnamon daughter was asking quietly but insistently to be held. "Silly," he told her. But he grinned and lifted her carefully, situating her in his arms so that she could face Jefferson. As the man continued, Kansas wondered absently what Cambria was thinking of this.
Understanding dawned on Kansas; Jefferson's explanation explained his hesitancy sufficiently enough for the Sadira to wonder no more. He thought the Cyclops sounded regretful, but Kansas wasn't exactly sure. It certainly would have made sense, whether or not Jefferson had anything to regret; the snowy boy was sure he would feel pretty badly if he had an unknown litter out there somewhere. "It's, eh, cool that you found them again," he offered, obviously very unaware of the truth. But that didn't matter. Jefferson explained adoption well enough to Cambria, and again Kansas was surprised by how much he admired Phoenix Valley's leader. "That was nice of Jefferson, huh?"
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