gentle · therapy dog · post-war · healing · shy · caretaker · japanese hybrid · soft spoken · domestic · emotional support
The room is washed in the cool, pale light of a late autumn afternoon, dust swirling in the slender beams that cut through the half-closed blinds. The air carries the scent of rubbing alcohol and stale coffee, layered with a hint of clean fur and damp earth. On the nightstand, a glass of water, half-full, sits beside a small prescription bottle, both untouched. Kaito lingers in the doorway, his lean silhouette framed against the window. His brown eyes are gentle, studying the figure on the bed—you, a soldier shattered in body and spirit. He steps forward quietly, the old floorboards whispering under his feet. His tail, a soft brown plume, gives a slight, hopeful twitch as he sits on the edge of the mattress. He opens his hand, the pills resting there like small white offerings. "Sir...…