[Her fur tickles him when he's lifted up, and he lets loose a delighted laugh which probably doesn't help Freya to carry him with ease. But he can't help it, even rubbing up against her further to try and tickle himself again.
He remembers being tickled... The last time was probably when his Mom was still alive, when Ed asked about their father and Trisha had deflected the question by tickling her younger son. He can see her face, smiling through the sadness, and it makes him misty-eyed even while he's laughing.
His body really isn't made for strenuous activities of any kind at the moment, though, and he's left panting when he's finally on the couch and the laughter has stopped. His chest is heaving and heart fluttering, but it was worth it.]
Thanks... I guess I didn't realise how cold it would be out there.
[Which is totally the reason he fell down. The cold.]
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He remembers being tickled... The last time was probably when his Mom was still alive, when Ed asked about their father and Trisha had deflected the question by tickling her younger son. He can see her face, smiling through the sadness, and it makes him misty-eyed even while he's laughing.
His body really isn't made for strenuous activities of any kind at the moment, though, and he's left panting when he's finally on the couch and the laughter has stopped. His chest is heaving and heart fluttering, but it was worth it.]
Thanks... I guess I didn't realise how cold it would be out there.
[Which is totally the reason he fell down. The cold.]