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“No, it’s not that…” He said, frowning as he slipped his phone back into his pocket and huffed, “I just feel bad. That’s a lot of money and you’re giving me another living thing to look after. I feel like I should pay for some of it.” Nolan said with a huff, “What if I kill him on accident and you wasted, what? Two hundred bucks? That would be awful.” Not that Nolan was that incompetent…but he did like chocolate. And what if the dog got into the chocolate? Putting things away was something that he was going to have to get used to…
Another sigh fell from him, shaking his head head. The amount of times he’s heard that phrase ‘it’s not yours to catch’ was far more than he ever wished. Nolan knew that it wasn’t but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to catch them. He knew what it was like to feel alone. No one should have to feel that way. Especially not Isra. Not after what she had endured… which, honestly, he didn’t know the whole extent of it…
Nolan’s gaze fell upon Strider and he shrugged, “That’s fine. Dogs should sleep where they want.” That’s what he always thought anyway. His hands rubbed together a bit nervously and awkward before the crossed over to stand beside Isra. God, he hated confrontation. He hated it so much. But he had to do something, “Isra…I…I don’t know if you think I’m mad or something but…I’m not. I’m fine.” He paused, “We’re fine.” Nolan searched her facial expression for a moment, “Right?”
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Isra shrugged, turning to watch the dog as he wandered around. “You’ll pay for his food once he runs out of what I’ve got coming to you,” she pointed out. “He’s a big dog, not a piece of glass. Strider is sturdy, and he won’t let you forget to feet him, if that’s your concern,” Isra added. I’ve got his vet information in the bag, though. Might want to give it a few days before you change your mind. I love Clementine.” It was relatively well known at this point that Isra was generally unashamed of being a dog mom.
She wanted Nolan to have that same happiness that she did.
Isra watched as Nolan approached, noting the way he rubbed his hands. The seraph couldn’t help but wonder if this was it. If even Strider wasn’t enough to convince him that she was sorry. Her stoma. h dropped as she waited, green eyes wide, for him to tell her to get out.
She bit her lip and nodded, relief making her weak for a moment. “We’re good,” Isra promised softly. For the first time since that awful weekend, she wanted to cry tears of relief. “And we should have some playdates. Clementine liked having a buddy around, I think.”















