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Learning fast. [ She's watching him sit and stay, which is pretty impressive for a puppy and also exponentially more adorable. Kate suspects she's being bribed a little, but better to think of the puppy as an olive branch or a buffer, something to break the tension and give them both something else to do instead of just staring awkwardly across the room at each other while trying to have whatever conversation this is going to be.

So she slides off her makeshift couch and heads over to crouch down and offer Diablo her hand, palm up. The surgical scars have almost faded to nothing, just the very faintest of pale rings around her wrists, only if you know where to look. ]

What a good boy. Can he shake? You can come in.