Humane: showing compassion or benevolence.
White: pallid or pale.
“Fucking stop it.”
“What?” the cop looking up at him.
“You do that again and I’ll fucking have your badge.”
“I… sorry, sir,” rising to his feet and stepping back. “Sorry, I…”
“Just fucking forget it. Get out of here. Now.”
“Sir… yes… of course,” the uniformed officer shuffling awkwardly out of the cell, the door closing softly behind him.
Barker crouched in front of the cage. “Hey boy, ignore that fuck, he’s some sort of idiot. A form of life far lower than yourself. Far less dignified. He has no friends, unlike you, believe it or not. You okay?”
The dog looked up at him, trembling.
“It’s okay,” Barker slowly raising his hand, “I’m not going to hurt you.”
The dog scrambled away, forcing himself up against the back of the cage, the mesh digging into his fur once more, desperate to escape.
“Sorry,” Barker immediately lowering his hand and taking a half-step backwards. “Harrison, it’s okay,” reaching into his pocket for the piece of chicken he had taken from that asshole’s sandwich before entering the cell. The dog cocked his head. “Do you remember me?” Harrison said nothing; obviously. “It’s okay,” proffering the morsel. “I’m so sorry it took so long.”
The dog stared at him.
Then his tail twitched.
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