She was receptive to his little idea.
That was all he really wanted. A place of understanding when he spoke, a face to look a bit kinder upon him. It helped soften the blow of agreeable Clouse's absence. Yet nobody could fit that slot like the male could.
We could stick together, head down stream see what's sittin' along the waters. I'm thinkin' a lil more cover wouldn't be so awful.
They could wait, they could go now in the safety of a pair. He had no clue what she'd find more comfortable though. Especially with the knowledge of her state of being now imparted upon her.