Patton.
Of all the things I expected in that moment, that was not one of them. He wasn’t a gentle animal, not affectionate, not the kind that curled up beside you for comfort. But there he was, pressing himself against my chest, his body heat sinking into me like a lifeline. His purring started low, then deepened into something almost mechanical, like a vibration pushing against the slowing rhythm of my heart.
“You stubborn old soldier…” I whispered weakly, my hand barely able to lift toward him.
He didn’t move away.
He stayed.
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