[Max nods, moves slowly into a crouch again. He extends his braced leg and folds the other, sliding until he can pull the dog's head carefully into his lap. The dog's morphine supply isn't going to last much longer; he's already blinking and whining back into consciousness. A likely uncomfortable and painful one. Max can sympathize, for what it's worth.
He puts his hands in the fur on the dog's neck to keep him from jostling, but also to soothe.
As it turns out, Max isn't that bad at soothing something alive.]
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He puts his hands in the fur on the dog's neck to keep him from jostling, but also to soothe.
As it turns out, Max isn't that bad at soothing something alive.]