"He's a good dog," he said, meaning it. One of the best friends he had these days, outside of Roxy.

"What?" He frowned, deep, furrowing his brow. "Why would I want you to stop? Why'd you ask that?"

Still frowning, head canting slightly. "I thought you said it was laugha... Right. JB." He hoped. Damn but he was so nervous and he figured he was taking things wrong.