"Do you want a turn?"
Morgan turned on his side to look at me. "No." His head was resting in Caesar's lap as the older ran his fingers through his hair.
"Morgan lost his privileges to play anyway."
"Why?"
Caesar patted his head a bit harder than he should've. "Morgan is one of those dogs who doesn't bring the ball back."
"I don't even like playing fetch. It hurts my knees." He sat up and held out his hand. "But I'll throw it for you." I hesitantly handed him the ball Caesar had been throwing for me.
I went to stand up. "Wait-"
"Fetch." The ball fell to the floor after hitting me in the face. I whimpered and covered my nose with my hands. He stared at me with his hand still extended in the air. "I am so sorry. I didn't think you were going to stand up and just threw it because
