“Mm.” she hums, brows raising then lowering, an expression that reads she’s clearly less than pleased in this moment. “So what is this? One big game? Let me ask you something, Ky. When you say you care about me is that kinda like how a dog cares about his chew toy?” 

          _{It was an accurate assessment of the situation. He cared, he cared as much as he could, but did that really mean it something more? Ky didn’t have the capacity to shift through his thoughts or if he did? He didn’t want to. No, he wasn’t going to answer truthfully, or even at all. Instead, he was going to avoid the question entirely. “I’m not an animal,” he mused, right hand moving under her chin. “And I really do care.”}