Will you just fucking stop for just a minute?

[Words first before he physically makes his way on back. Paws have the impulse to grab him and grab him hard for fear that he will slip away now. Remembering he's got a wound and the history of this sort of thing makes him stop short.]

I didn't say no. I'm not saying no. Can you cut me a goddamn break to process this? You're ahead of me thinking this over.