[ Jupe wakes up quietly, blinking sleep from his eyes. Looking from the TV to her face with the same sedate wonderment: unconvinced she isn't looming over him to deliver instructions. That this isn't a ripple in another dream, another freaky memory unfurling in his head.
He wishes the dog was awake—she'd know, right?
Eventually he sits up, tugging absently at the collar of his shirt. ] What's up? Are we getting a divorce? [ It comes out—blame the huskiness of his voice, the lateness of the hour—sadder than intended. He smiles; it's fuzzy at the edges. ] Kidding. Ha.
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He wishes the dog was awake—she'd know, right?
Eventually he sits up, tugging absently at the collar of his shirt. ] What's up? Are we getting a divorce? [ It comes out—blame the huskiness of his voice, the lateness of the hour—sadder than intended. He smiles; it's fuzzy at the edges. ] Kidding. Ha.