[With one hand he pulled her tighter against him, leaning in to kiss the top crown of her head. The other hand rested on Apo, quietly scratching the dog's ear.
It was strange, being in this position. For over twenty years Richard never thought he'd be able to have anything even close to this. Coralee had vanished, Charlie never wanted to speak to him again, and any semblance of normalcy was destroyed. Still, here he was, with Alex in his arms and Apo curled up next to him, happy. Richard wasn't sure if this was ever not going to feel odd. Which only furthered his belief that none of this was real. How could someone like him, someone with everything in his life, be in any position to actually be happy?]
Clearly, he has the same poor judgment in people as his owner.
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It was strange, being in this position. For over twenty years Richard never thought he'd be able to have anything even close to this. Coralee had vanished, Charlie never wanted to speak to him again, and any semblance of normalcy was destroyed. Still, here he was, with Alex in his arms and Apo curled up next to him, happy. Richard wasn't sure if this was ever not going to feel odd. Which only furthered his belief that none of this was real. How could someone like him, someone with everything in his life, be in any position to actually be happy?]
Clearly, he has the same poor judgment in people as his owner.