Peter Brisbois

Kody: Mm, I like the sound of that. A lot. You’re not allowed to stay home next time, ok? That’s probably pretty codependent of me, but I don’t care. As much as I love a good reunion, I’d be having a much better time if you were here with me.

Kody: You know damn well sleepy isn’t what you waxing poetic in my ear makes me.

Kody: Zelda? She’s old. Everything is boring when you’re old.

Peter: But is there a sitter qualified enough for our doggos?

Peter: I’m kidding but I would love to meet other werewolves that you know, even if I’m not one

Peter: Richard Siken’s first poem since his stroke was released. It’s about parents and leaving no unfinished business when you die. That’s my goal, no unfinished business.

Kody: Scented like a mate for the rest of your life, huh? You’re not ‘just’ anything.

Kody: I miss you, too, big guy. You matter most. Trust me, I’m ready to be in our bed tomorrow night. I haven’t slept in 2 days.

Peter: Admittedly dramatic in words, but it’s all I dream about -- you coming home and giving me a proper cuddle and maybe a roughing up? Magical. You could even say orgasmic on certain nights

Peter: I’ve slept but I’ve been restless. I don’t like that you’re not sleeping, though. You should let me call you and wax poetic in your ear until you’re bored and nod off

Peter: I know this is probably going to sound unjustly whiny and entitled but

Peter: Are you coming home, yet?

Peter: The animals miss you and I miss you and I matter more, I think