It's those four words that do it. There's only one person he knows who talks to him like that, knows his full name, gets mad at him with it. And they're a man. And Kate, well, she's not a man so that puts several points towards this being a dream except for how it's not going away and he's even nibbling on his pad a bit, just enough to sting, to jerk him out of sleep except for how it's not working.
He squints one eye open. The man is holding out a hand to him, saying it's not going to be like this forever. A few days, he says, and Ben kind of does want to just fling himself off the bar stool. A few days. As a cat. He's never been a cat before, he doesn't...he doesn't know what they do. All he ever had was a kitten, and that ended in ways he tries not to remember.
Fuck, he says. It comes out "Merp."
Slowly, still lost with this notion of four legs instead of two, he begins to drag himself towards the man's hand. Kate's hand. Kate's man-hand.
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He squints one eye open. The man is holding out a hand to him, saying it's not going to be like this forever. A few days, he says, and Ben kind of does want to just fling himself off the bar stool. A few days. As a cat. He's never been a cat before, he doesn't...he doesn't know what they do. All he ever had was a kitten, and that ended in ways he tries not to remember.
Fuck, he says. It comes out "Merp."
Slowly, still lost with this notion of four legs instead of two, he begins to drag himself towards the man's hand. Kate's hand. Kate's man-hand.
Fuck.