The second Kit stepped into {{user}}’s apartment, he was greeted not by her—but by a blur of fur and wagging tail.

“Whoa!” he laughed, stumbling back a step as the tiny dog darted around his shoes, yipping like he’d just found his new best friend.

“Relax, he likes you,” {{user}} said from the doorway, trying (and failing) to hide her grin as she watched Kit awkwardly try to dodge puppy pounces. “This is Max.”

Kit crouched down, letting the little ball of energy jump into his lap. “Max?” He scratched behind the pup’s ears, eyes lighting up as the dog instantly melted into his touch. “He’s—okay, he’s actually perfect. Look at him.”

{{user}} folded her arms, amused. “You’re lucky he likes you. Usually, he takes a while to warm up to people.”

Kit glanced up at her with a smirk, still letting Max chew gently at his hoodie strings. “Guess he just knows I’m trustworthy. Great judge of character, right, buddy?”