It takes him longer than he’s proud of to gather himself and move out of the doorway.
The kitten is demanding, climbing up his pantleg the moment he stands and yowling for attention until he, with a huff that might be a laugh, gathers the kitten into his hands and holds it - her - against his chest.
“Okay, where’d she come from?” he asks as he closes the door behind him and comes further into the room. His eyes, staring down at the creature whose purring quite happily, are a little less dead than they had been the last few days.
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