Oh dear. He'd upset her somehow, it seemed, or confused her. He didn't mean to do that, didn't want to do that. "Sorry," he repeated, "I just...I didn't understand that you would be able to communicate with her, I didn't know that was possible, even." Then again, now he thought about it, a bit more....Vulcan. Mind melds. Was this something like that? God, it was all real, wasn't it?
He reached out to stroke Yontaya again, as she nuzzled his leg. "Sorry, kitty," he said, feeling a bit more self-conscious now that he knew the cat was apparently capable of understanding. "I...hope you're alright."
Turning back to address Spock he added, "Sorry," again, "It's also just...just something children I know would say, that they could understand animals, when they can't. For fun, y'know. But I believe you, that you really can. Is Yontaya alright? Happy?"
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Date: 2010-02-07 12:42 am (UTC)He reached out to stroke Yontaya again, as she nuzzled his leg. "Sorry, kitty," he said, feeling a bit more self-conscious now that he knew the cat was apparently capable of understanding. "I...hope you're alright."
Turning back to address Spock he added, "Sorry," again, "It's also just...just something children I know would say, that they could understand animals, when they can't. For fun, y'know. But I believe you, that you really can. Is Yontaya alright? Happy?"