They get along. [ he says it like he's uncertain, even though he's tried to read everything he can about introducing a second dog into the home when he already has one. ] Nike and him.
[ he lifts his hand behind his head to scratch at his neck for a moment. letting it drop, he shrugs his shoulders, leading her to the end of the corridor where there's an elevator. ] I think I'm doing it right.
[ glancing at her a little sheepish, he knows he doesn't have to explain why he's so unsure, but he does so, anyway, almost out of habit. ] They don't have dogs back home.
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[ he lifts his hand behind his head to scratch at his neck for a moment. letting it drop, he shrugs his shoulders, leading her to the end of the corridor where there's an elevator. ] I think I'm doing it right.
[ glancing at her a little sheepish, he knows he doesn't have to explain why he's so unsure, but he does so, anyway, almost out of habit. ] They don't have dogs back home.