He'd done his Italian duty of putting food in front of her. The rest was her choice. He'd met his obligation and felt no shame in neatly cutting his sandwich into thirds to make it easier to eat.
"I'm sorry. My husband was from Tunisia. It's illegal there, so he left. His family knew, of course. We still talk over the computer."
Was that strange that he still spoke to his in-laws? He didn't think so. His own family had disowned him, after all, so they were all the family had left. Samar still called him abnay. He blinked away the lump in his throat and pushed his plate to the side in favor of picking up his coffee again.
"No. But it gets easier. You find ways to make it easier." He reached down and Gioia shoved her muzzle into his hand, content to lay there like that until he let her go. "I struggled. A lot. Eventually I learned about these guys," he gently shook her muzzle and her tail thumped on the base of the table. "Things are better now. She keeps me from getting so lost in my own head. Gives me a reason to get out of bed in the morning."
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"I'm sorry. My husband was from Tunisia. It's illegal there, so he left. His family knew, of course. We still talk over the computer."
Was that strange that he still spoke to his in-laws? He didn't think so. His own family had disowned him, after all, so they were all the family had left. Samar still called him abnay. He blinked away the lump in his throat and pushed his plate to the side in favor of picking up his coffee again.
"No. But it gets easier. You find ways to make it easier." He reached down and Gioia shoved her muzzle into his hand, content to lay there like that until he let her go. "I struggled. A lot. Eventually I learned about these guys," he gently shook her muzzle and her tail thumped on the base of the table. "Things are better now. She keeps me from getting so lost in my own head. Gives me a reason to get out of bed in the morning."