[ (He feels shamed, for some reason. Even though Vane is very probably the nicest guy in the whole wide train, and hadn't even insinuated anything by his response.)
Sylvain gets busy cleaning, as if chastised, balancing the pups on one arm and carefully wiping them down with the other. It's smelly business, but no worse than stable duty during the hotter months. (They're weird looking, but still vaguely cute... So small... He feels increasingly protective of them the longer he holds them for. Is this what maternal instinct is supposed to be like?) ]
—Stuck?
[ That doesn't sound good. Sylvain gives Vane an equally worried look. He's totally under-qualified for this job. ]
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[ (He feels shamed, for some reason. Even though Vane is very probably the nicest guy in the whole wide train, and hadn't even insinuated anything by his response.)
Sylvain gets busy cleaning, as if chastised, balancing the pups on one arm and carefully wiping them down with the other. It's smelly business, but no worse than stable duty during the hotter months. (They're weird looking, but still vaguely cute... So small... He feels increasingly protective of them the longer he holds them for. Is this what maternal instinct is supposed to be like?) ]
—Stuck?
[ That doesn't sound good. Sylvain gives Vane an equally worried look. He's totally under-qualified for this job. ]
What should we do?