#interactions: dhani

Leib grabbed his hand and Dhani took a breath, swallowing hard and stopping himself from outright crying. He nodded, quickly, acknowledging Leib’s gratitude towards his insistence at it not being a panic attack. His master was a doctor, after all, and Dhani took his own health pretty seriously, too. He felt better at Leib’s promise, taking a slow and shake deep breath, squeezing Leib’s hand before they let go.

Dhani laughed, sudden and short, shaking his head. He’d get too overwhelmed. But he knew he owed Leib a proper apology. He’d already explained himself enough. “I’m sorry you doubted me. My commitment or, if I made you feel bad for anything, me just trying to ...do my job, I guess. Instead of interact with you like a proper human being.” Dhani picked up his paper cup of coffee taking a hard gulp and nodded, “You know I had a Jewish grandmother, how dare you. ‘Do I play gin’?” He smirked.

“What is Gin supposed to just be a Jewish thing?” Leib asked as he started to shuffle the cards carefully, his hands were still a little weak- if he was honest, all of him was a little weak, but he chalked that up to the nurses keeping him awake all night coming in to take samples, and heart rate, temperature, all of it. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get any real sleep until he was back home in his own bed. “So you’re gonna be a pain in the ass about my health now aren’t you?” he asked as he started to deal the cards on the tray. He moved the plate of sushi to the side of the tray, giving them the room to play on. 

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He had told himself, when he found out about the whole system, that he wouldn’t add to it, and yet he’d rented someone, and was now claiming someone, and it was an interesting turn of events. “It’s fascinating how fast something becomes your new normal,” Leib commented to Monster Truck before scratching the cat under his chin. When there was a knock on the door he looked over and then lowered the paper and gently moved the cat to the couch cushion. He folded his paper and tucked it under his arm before he walked over to the door and opened it with a smile. “Welcome home,” he said to Dhani, seeing him standing there. “I hope this is a better situation for you.” 

Wilder looked at Dhani from over the rim of his glass, the two had been sitting on the patio of his treehouse, drinking and talking, and just hanging out for a little while now, and while there had obviously been a little flirting, Wilder hadn't expected Dhani to be so straightforward. "Correct me if I'm wrong- Don't you have a girlfriend?" he asked curiously.