[ Whimpering again, Ivan sinks down into the beanbag, ears flattening and tail going limp much like a sad puppy would. He doesn't have any to help Goodman understand because he doesn't understand what has happened either. The best he can do is give a slight nod. He appreciates him not going around talking about it, though. Ivan's going to have enough to deal with after this. This night was going all right, weird but all right, until now.
Maybe he can find some dusty corner and draw letters with his paw on the ground as a form of communication beyond yes and now answers. ]
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Maybe he can find some dusty corner and draw letters with his paw on the ground as a form of communication beyond yes and now answers. ]