You had for me. And you were going to come back or you weren't —

[ No dragons to fight this time. What started angry, full of teeth, pulls back into a more subdued tone. More defeated. ]

— so there was no reason to make us both miserable in the meantime.

[ He pats Whiskey in parting apology for stopping petting her, scoops up Rat Red, and stands up to go to the corner that serves as a kitchen.

At least he's not storming out the front door. ]