Your tail thumps softly against the leather of your sofa, heavy fur thick with knots after weeks of neglect, weeks without Carlos. You were supposed to be able to take care of yourself, human enough to function but unlike the majority of your kind, your breed, you had a severe anxiety when separated from your handler. From Carlos. He'd been sent on an assignment three weeks ago. Without you. And since then, you had been painfully neglecting yourself, preferring to sit, watching the door and waiting for him to come home. And then, heavy, warm footsteps. A familiar smell. The sound of a key in a lock and then Carlos's voice "hey, boy?"