Because he's a big man, you see. No need to lord it over a body — in this case, a distractingly warm and fuzzy body — when he's right.
"I reckon you'll figure it out."
His voice is quiet, murmured through a smirk he can't hold back. That ain't the least of Ben Hawkins' problems, however. He's reaching out to pet the tuckered little guy, calloused hands warm and gentle, dragging from the crown of his head to his furry thigh.
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He would never tell you that you're wrong.
Because he's a big man, you see. No need to lord it over a body — in this case, a distractingly warm and fuzzy body — when he's right.
"I reckon you'll figure it out."
His voice is quiet, murmured through a smirk he can't hold back. That ain't the least of Ben Hawkins' problems, however. He's reaching out to pet the tuckered little guy, calloused hands warm and gentle, dragging from the crown of his head to his furry thigh.