Kavinsky had a roiling feeling in his stomach, a too-warm feeling, and he stared angrily down at his chocolates, waiting for Parrish to finish his sentence. When he didn't Kavinsky stared at the dog. She continued to stare at him with those sad, soulful eyes, and Kavinsky let out a miserable little noise.

"Yeah, yuck it up, Parrish," he grumbled. Through the overly pleasant warmth in his belly, he just felt a little sad, couldn't look at his face for longer than a moment without wanting to touch him.