Separate names with a comma.
She frowned. "I'm sorry."
He smiled at her. "We'll see." *** She took his hand, her eyes wide. "Arlooo? Please?"
"You gotta," he said, brushing back her hair. "It's not."
She buried her face in his neck. "Does it normally hurt bad..?"
"They'll be friends!" *** She looked at him with puppy eyes. "Pleeaaase?"
He laughed. "It's not scary yet."
"Still.. I didn't know I- I mean, it was hurting you."
He paused. "Sure!" *** "I asked first!"
He picked a random one before kissing the top of her head, placing his arm around her shoulders.
She watched him, her eyes showing awe before she shook her head. "I.. I had no idea. I'm sorry.."
"Or," he began, "maybe they're all cat friends!" *** She beamed. "Seriously!"
"I won't," he reassured, flipping on the options. "I'll hug you."
She frowned, a bit surprised. "Hurt?"
"Mine are fine, so we'll have to see." *** "Sing for meee!"
He smiled. "We can pick something else?"
She pursed her lips curiously, stretching out with a yawn. "What are you doing?"
The cat meowed lowly, his head cocking. Nacho glanced back intensely. "Hm. Fine."
He shrugged, sitting down. "Scary?'
She hesitated, blinking. "Are you okay?"
Landon looked back with his brows raised. "Excuse me?" *** "Dooo iiiiit."
