you can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being

The truth about cats and dogs
He looks at her with hurt puppy eyes but is never altogether sure who exactly is the hurt puppy.

She, on the other hand, knows it's him, because she is the cat: withdrawn and wary, retractable claws digging into his heart whenever she turns from him.

She loves him, but she's afraid.

He just loves.

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