His blue eyes fell on the pad on which the other man was writing and his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, wondering why he’d be taking notes of this conversation. He’s not sure if he should be partly annoyed at it but settles for not, somewhat appreciates the concern he sees in the other’s eyes.
’ honestly? I’m not sure. we don’t really elaborate on such things like these, are always far too busy following orders to really get some time to ourselves. ’
“If it’s any consolation,” Tim began and then put his pad down after reaching the first syllable of the last word, “I think your trainer must have picked up on this.” He offered a bit of a gentle smile, then twisted his mouth and observed what he had written as though it would tell him something, quite possibly anything else to say that could give the other some definitive amount of hope for something better.
“How would you describe your relationship with your attendant? The main training team?” Tim clarified in case Blue was unsure of what he was talking about specifically. He knew a lot of people frequented the pen often and it was possible that maybe some faces blended together, but he doubted it would be much of a problem with faces but perhaps phrasing. “They treat you well, and feed you well?”











