@enchcntd (cont. from x)
Devon had known the question would be returned, though he hadn’t quite expected the… enthusiasm. But, after countless sessions with his psychiatrist, he is trying to believe that not everyone is out to trip him up. Sometimes, he has been told, people just care.
There’s a pause after Adonis has finished - making sure there are no further questions - before Devon rubs absent-mindedly at an ache stretching up his neck. “Nothing, I guess. I don’t know. I like to work as much as they let me.” It’s exhausting, yes, and he needs that. He can’t fall asleep until every muscle in his body is begging to collapse into a warm bed, and even then, his mind can be relentlessly unforgiving. Most of the time, however, it works. “But I have a cat now. He’d be pissed if I was working all the time.”
Devon took Adonis’ friendly approach better than expected, and he couldn’t help but wonder why. Regardless, Adonis wasn’t interested in prying more than he already was, and he didn’t care why Devon was being more approachable so long as he was. Adonis’ simple pride needed no complex explanations.
“You have a cat?” Adonis inquired, almost too happy to know about the pet. Devon getting himself some company and responsibility aside from himself was only a small part of it. The bigger part was-- “I love cats. I wish I could get one, but I don’t think I’d be able to take care of it on my own.” The moment after he said that, he realised that the real reason he didn’t get a cat was that, while he loved cats, he didn’t love them enough to get one. Hell, he didn’t even feed stray cats. Oh, God, was he a dog person?
“Does the cat have a name? How old is it?”