Host’s eyes were lidded as he enjoyed the petting. That wasn’t as tiring either, and he hoped he could get used to having them open. He hated what he could see with them, but there was worse. He did like the petting.
Google pulled him up onto the bed, petting and holding him close.
Host was surprised, but he happily nuzzled closer to Google. He felt like his pet. A pet was loved if it behaved. He would be happy if he was loved as long as he behaved. He’d be happy to be a pet if he would be loved.
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