We are no longer on the run.

*It reaches out to unbutton my shirt.
As my scales are bared, it doesn't avert its eyes.*

This house is ours, now.
Our choice of furniture, paint, temperature.
There are no humans in this far corner of the universe.
No humans to take away what we've made.

*It brushes its claws against my back.
Hard claws against hard scales.
A soft gesture. I lean into its touch.*

We talk. We reminisce,
plan for...

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