So I guess that means I'm petting him. I don't know whether to laugh or be mildly horrified.

I'll settle for continuing, since he seems to like it and it's... no great trouble for me.

I shrug best I can, "Feeling it out." What a bad play on words that was.

"Better than oblivion, for sure." Or being alone. My last memories are painful and tortured--and for what purpose was it all?