Ella.
I never knew Lawrence and Lurgard were this talkative.
They kept going on and on, each of them throwing in one comment after another, as though they had been holding back conversations for years and were only now finding the opportunity to release everything at once.
It almost felt endless.
One topic flowed into another without pause, their voices overlapping at times in their eagerness to be heard. If I didn't know better, I would have thought they were trying to outtalk each other simply for attention.
They looked like children who hadn't seen their mother in ages, excited and desperate to be acknowledged.
And without even thinking, something soft in me responded to that sight.
My hand moved on instinct.
I gently patted each of their heads in turn, the gesture surprisingly affectionate and natural, as though I had done it countless times before.
The moment I did it, the atmosphere shifted instantly.
