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They were close. That much anyone could figure out. The one thing he wondered about was exactly how close. Perhaps he really was intruding upon their free time. His ears flicked back, watching the sparks from the fire dance in the slowly fading sunlight. Meat was passed to Dixie and in return, she passed them to him. He grabbed hold of them, kind of surprised to be handed any at all before glancing between the two. Wayne didn’t seem very content, but his eyes weren’t on Thom anymore. They were staring at the wolf-dog hybrid woman. ‘Is something wrong…?’
He glanced towards Dixie who didn’t seem to be in the happiest of moods anymore. She seemed rather down, but before he could really react, Wayne held her close. And got her to eat. His dark brown eyes drew down to his meat, nibbling on it before devouring them each and laying the two sticks in front of him. It felt… awkward, since he wasn’t a part of what was going on and didn’t wish to stare. Of course, Thomas was curious to what had happened to the earlier happy woman. He just didn’t have the guts to dig into her personal business. It wasn’t his place to begin with.
Wayne began to speak, his eyes turning to him, shocked to find the larger male not glaring. He explained that Dixie got depressed sometimes, missing her mother and father. Anyone knew how that felt. At least, that is what Thomas believed. Even at his age, there were moments when he longed to go back and see his father. Yet, knew he couldn’t give up now. He still needed to find his place in this world and until then, he promised not to visit him. His ears pinned slightly back, glancing to the side.
Once Dixie calmed down, Wayne had set her back on the ground. The Belgian Shepherd-Samoyed mix paid attention only from the corner of his eye. His focus was simply daydreaming, staring at nothing particularly. He cropped up a knee, resting his arm over it lazily and turned his head once Dixie began to speak. His ears flicked toward her. “No need to apologize,” he murmured, offering her the tiniest of smiles and then, a nod of agreement. Sleep might do them all good.
He whispered a quick ‘thank you’ to Wayne as he tossed him a rather large skin, soft, comfortable fur lining the inside. He set it up so he could curl the other side around him should he need it. Typically, Thomas would transform to his lupus form when it came to sleeping, but with company and the injury on his leg, he kept in his Optime. Nestling into the skin, he pulled his arms behind his head, staring upward until sleep came to him.
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