Irvin's happy to see them and at first, Shinjirou feels the same. He bends down to say hi, but the moment Irvin's fur runs over his bare leg, he jumps and instinctively distances himself from the dog. The memory of having that very same fur brush all over his back and ass and thighs is like a slap in the face after spending a few hours surrounded by completely normal, innocent people.

He takes a deep breath, pressing the folded-up clothes against his chest. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. Anything you want for dinner?"