His wiry, graying fur seemed dull and lifeless today. I grabbed a brush nearby.
He didn't budge or even flinch when the brush gently met his body. There was something very sorrowful in his eyes.
"Thank you, Miss O'Neil."
His sick, tired voice made my heart ache. I always hate seeing him like this after a fight with one of his sons.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I continued grooming his coat while he reminisced about a time in the past. He never really did tell me about the fight, but that wasn't anything new to us.
Short prompt for TMNT_Tuesdays: "Do you want to talk about it?"
I don't get to see these two characters together often so I had to do *something*. :) - M