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[Shaw pulls open the door just a few seconds later, wordlessly stepping back to let him in - and she hadn't been joking, her cabin really does look like an actual apartment now. It's still just a small studio-sized room, and the walls are still made of cinderblock and concrete, but there's a big burnt-orange rug on the floor, a couch and TV over by the windows, and what looks to be a curtained sleeping loft in lieu of a mattress on the floor. What furniture had been there before has been upgraded, too: the table and chairs are noticeably nicer, as are the kitchenette fixtures.

And of course, there's the man of honor. Bear is lounging on a dog bed next to Will's dog Jet, and while Jet bounds up to greet the visitor, Bear is more measured: he stands, and watches B with an alert gaze, but doesn't rush over to say hi just yet. His body language isn't anxious or fearful, but he's a trained military dog, and strangers must be introduced first.]

Bear, hier.

[Shaw tells him, and he obediently trots over to her side, at which point she brings him over to B and Jet.]

Jet gets a happy ear-ruffle, as a familiar dog to B by now given how often Will brings the whole pack of them to the kennel during the day, and then B crouches down so he's not as big a target for Bear. For some dogs, that helps; for others, it results in jumping. B's guessing this isn't the kind of dog he has to worry about jumping.

"Well behaved fella, ain't he," he comments with half a smile.

He was a military dog. I'm training this one to be one, too.

[She jerks her chin at Jet - who B has likely been seeing less of lately, now that he's staying with Shaw much of the time.]

Well, that makes sense, I guess. Is he allowed to have pets, or is he on duty like a service dog?

[He gingerly offers his flesh and blood hand for Bear to sniff, if he wishes, at least.]

Yeah, you can pet him; he does all the normal dog stuff, too.

[Look at that, he's even wagging his tail as he'e sniffs up B's arm to his face!]

He reads my body language. He knows you're a friendly.

[Aw, yay. B readily starts scratching at Bear's neck fur, grinning, letting him sniff at his face if he wants to too.]

I should hope I'm a friendly. And Jet's staying with you these days, too? Keeping Bear company?

[Or keeping Sameen company, more likely.]

He's the best of Graham's dogs - with Winston as a close second. I have discerning taste, B; I had to steal him.

[B laughs a little, at that, still petting the dogs.]

Well, I won't say he couldn't stand for someone to share in the load, with how many dogs he's got. Will's cool with that?

Mm, he hasn't objected so far. He's the one bringing him over half the time.

Aaaah. Okay. I'd wondered if maybe he wasn't actually trying to adopt some of his dogs out. Sweeney's real attached to one of 'em, too.

Mm, could be. He's a rescuer, but not a hoarder. He doesn't collect them just to have them.

Makes sense. I'll just be glad he hasn't decided me and Steve need a third dog, then.

[He gives Bear and Jet a contented fur-ruffling.]

So are these two gonna come hang out with the whole pack in the kennel at all?

Does Jet have friends down there he's going to miss?

[An extremely important question.]

[B laughs a little.]

Well, some of the pack, probably. And him and Libby do get along. But I could arrange playdates if you'd rather not set him loose with Will's dogs.

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