[ Gabriel takes the cup, curling his hands carefully around it as Peter sets to feeding the cats. It's not the warmth of the coffee so much as the hope that he might residually feel the telekinesis used to brush it toward him as he caught it. It doesn't work, not really.
Instead he studies the cats as they twist around Peter's feet, and wonders why he wants a life like this. ]
I've never had a pet. We couldn't keep them.
[ And not really because of anything but the most practical reason--their rental agreement hadn't permitted it. But that had only ever made him jealous of the other children. He'd come home with a goldfish once, and been forced to tip it into the river. ]
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Instead he studies the cats as they twist around Peter's feet, and wonders why he wants a life like this. ]
I've never had a pet. We couldn't keep them.
[ And not really because of anything but the most practical reason--their rental agreement hadn't permitted it. But that had only ever made him jealous of the other children. He'd come home with a goldfish once, and been forced to tip it into the river. ]
What happens to them if you die?