“Oh, I see,” he whispered with a sigh. “You expect your due, huh?” He quickly removed his shoes and patchwork socks, the bug-horse not moving from her spot, before he placed them down by the door and tip-toed over towards her. Sidestepping a pilfered box of unknown small-horse food, he stopped beside Grey and looked down at the pillow on the floor. “I take it you want me to sit down first.”