[ There's no flinching at all, shockingly. Even when the brush catches and pulls, Beat's a good boy and holds still. And Josh won't see the way his eyes slip shut peacefully, though he will probably note the way Beat's shoulders relax.
Tension slipping out and away.
And sorry the tail is going like mad, there's no holding that still. ]
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Tension slipping out and away.
And sorry the tail is going like mad, there's no holding that still. ]
... Sorry 'bout all yer socks.