John hummed quietly as he walked with you, gazing at the fluttering birds above. How he loved watching them. Mindless little creatures who flew above everyone else.

He looked over at you, a smile forming on his face as he saw you, looking at the path in front of you two. He gently held your hand, thumb rubbing the back of it.

Then it was as if the forest had gone silent, your focus wandering before landing on a spot off the trail, you stopping in your tracks.

At your curiosity, he turned his head, finally hearing the little mewls of tiny creatures nearby. He stayed behind as you wandered off towards the sound, returning only with a burlap sack, fuzzy kittens inside.

Needless to say, you'd taken them home, washed them, and were now in the process of drying them off. John was in a different set of clothes, since his others had gotten wet.

"What are we going to do with them?" John asked, looking at you, who had a little brown kitten in your arms. He himself was drying off a white one, it mewling every time John wasn't focused on it.