Thankfully times had managed to settle down soon enough. The storm was intense, and without a doubt frightening, but thanks to the build of the sturdy abode, it had faired, for now, with very little damage. Most repair needed was cosmetic, and Harvey saw little sense in worrying too much over something so comparatively insignificant. It wasn't that looks didn't matter, as even one who claims that they don't can admit to having a preference that, if it isn't met, leaves them disappointed if replaced. No, it was more that for now, the red merle found himself preoccupied with keeping food in stock and clean water present in the tub.
Aoves had been staying with him now, making the overall feeling of the house much brighter. Something about her just being there seemed to relieve the Brit somehow, probably thanks to knowing there was another living entity in the house. If he heard a noise, he wasn't in panic, driven by old memories. If he needed comfort, he'd listen out for her light footsteps, or singing if she'd felt obliged to do so.
Nightmares threatened his sleep still, and as he shot up, waking in a frenzy, he'd occasionally walk about, standing outside the wolfdog's door in a way he'd only hope wouldn't be considered creepy if he was ever found out, but protective; he was making sure she was safe, and reassuring himself that nothing was going to steal him away from this new, better life he'd been given.
Chores and upkeep were less of a strain (not that they were too much to begin with), but the gentleman always tried to make sure he wasn't leaving Aoves feeling obligated to do too much about the living space. He would often try and clean what he could, looking almost obsessively for things that needed to be done so that when the female wandered within, she wouldn't notice something and have to fix it herself. Call it paranoid, he simply wished to keep his guest happy, and without anything much more to do, it really didn't hurt.
Now, he'd taken the day to rest. There would be no traveling around, unless he felt the need to do so, such as an emergency occurring, or suddenly remembering something that needed to be recovered. Having cleaned what he fancied already, the red merle aussie dog slowly made his way down the flight of stairs, the couch in the living room his new destination. After reaching said sofa, the male had himself a seat, plopping himself down rather lazily and ending the action with a contented, but heavy sigh.
He was happy with how life had treated him this far, and life with another being present only made things more enjoyable. If ever she had to leave, he figured that he would, just like he had with Rio, manage, but for the time being, the company was nice.
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