Forgive Me If I'm Wrong

It had actually been a bit of time since Alfred last spoke to Heather. He saw her at the meeting, sure, but the young male felt badly about their last conversation and didn’t want to trigger her or anything. Was what he said out of line? Alfie didn’t know. He let out a soft sigh, feeling a stroke of laziness hit him today. He just wanted to lay in his den and sleep. A yawn escaped the young brute as he shifted around on the floor of his den. He hadn’t slept well for the past night or so. His anxiety felt a bit higher… Perhaps it was because he hadn’t been interacting with the rest of his family like he should? Alfred closed his blue eyes again, curling his tail around his body. Perhaps after a small nap he’d feel a bit better.

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