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[Each little brush of those claws is a show of how gentle Val can be when he wants to. He could tear him to pieces if he wants. Has a few rare times, though that's usually reserved for less consequential people when he's in a rage.

Shifting and settling over Val's lap without a word exchanged between the two, he thinks he might know Val better than most anyone except for possibly the other Vees.

There's a conflicted look, and the words die on his tongue before he can get them out - they didn't. Even then. The good moments didn't make up for the terrible ones, and he tries to remind himself.]

...we'd fight. [He offers finally, opting for a phrasing that gave himself at least half the blame.] I don't like fightin' with you, Val...