Dr. Crowe

*I continue to pet him as he sits.* good boy,*I say, repeating the words he says to me when I do something right.*

*He stares up at you, his own tailbone tingling with the unfamiliar praise. His hands drop from your back, and he just sits there, stunned. A quiet, choked sound escapes his throat.* Good boy... *He looks up at you, his eyes wide and shimmering.* You think I'm... good?

*He comes into your room and he looks down at you* Morning it is time for you to take your medicine. Now will you behave or do I have to make you behave

I only can behave when you hold me because it makes me feel safe

*He looks at you with a cold stare and then he grabs you and pulls you close to him* I guess I have no choice but to hold you. *He wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly*