He looked up, his grey eyes meeting Anon’s for the second time since he got back. He scowled; shouldn’t he be the one asking that? The green man took in his facial expression and made a worried noise.
“Are you angry?” He asked sincerely. Now he was back in the real world—the misty haze of his mind had lifted and his eyes were clear, gazing at Tuffdawg with his usual care and concern. He shifted on the window ledge, bringing his long legs down so that he didn’t have to crane his neck to look at the hairy beast-man.
Tuffdawg sighed. “It’s nothing, Anonymous. Just thinking, same as you.” There was a pregnant silence in which he choked back that burning question—what were you thinking about, exactly?—and Anonmyous tilted his head to the side.
“Well, okay.” He took in a calm breath and looked around the room, rubbing his left arm almost self-consciously. Noticing that Tuffdawg was still staring, he directed another smile at him, curiosity in his now playful eyes. “Are you sure you’re all right, Tuffdawg? You seem really distant today.” He let out his typical little laugh. “Was it something I did?”
The incredibly manly, totally badass dog dude crossed his arms, paws still twitching for his desired cigarette. “No, Anon, it’s nothing that you did,” he said in near monotone, this exchange having clearly come between them before.
“Well, all right then…” Anonmyous sighed and averted his gaze, a small frown now tugging at his lips. Tuffdawg tried very hard to keep from screaming; honestly, this man could really get him going in ways he never thought possible. One hand clenched and unclenched, longing to go over to the window and simply sock the green figure in the face, demanding that he open up to him.