There's a moment when the image of him wavers and smears, not quite contained or described by the world, and then the little cat is jumping into Jamie's arms - or rather onto his chest, happy to hold on with claws if Jamie doesn't manage to catch him - butting his head against Jamie's chin, purring with a loud, bone-rattling rumble.
Jamie will catch him with a bright laugh and when the little creature snuggles into him, he will only hold him closer, and pet his fur with such reverence.
Re: after the SH event
Re: after the SH event
"Yes, yes, may I scritch your chin?"
Re: after the SH event
Re: after the SH event
"I hope you do," he says without an ounce of regret.