You exaggerate and you know it, boy scout. Might've felt like it, but I know better.

[People had always found it easy to tease Morrison after all, those who really knew him at the very least. The man outside of the painted picture of the Strike Commander.

He kept his head rested there against Jack's shoulder, humming a little. Honestly, it was a relief to not hear any more wanting peeps. She was getting exactly what she wanted at last.]

I don't even want to imagine that possibility, honestly. Good with what we've got now for the most part. Animal-wise.