Chapter Eight: ExhibitionismHis pup is absolutely precious. He watches as she turns her back to the glass and cries quiet little tears. Even now, she's still a little shy about asking for company. He thinks it's a remnant of her past, when she's not so used to getting attention when she wants it. Poor thing.
He thought he had trained her out of that particular habit. He supposes he was wrong.
She had been happy just seconds ago, pushing her soft toys around and mumbling to herself. Occasionally, she would peer out the mirror with a pout, bottom lip wobbling like she wants to call out to him, but is stopping herself. Precious little thing probably didn't want to bother him while he's at work.
He considers going in to soothe her, but he doesn't want her to get so spoiled. A little tears n
