Spinning out of control

Pyrrhic snorted a low laugh at her dismissal of his superpower. That she could joke with him was a good sign; it showed she wasn't drowning in her fears. "Meat-headed stubbornness also sounds like a superpower to me." Pyrrhic shifted around some and then gave up on being more comfortable. There was something digging into his back but Riva still wasn't settled in so he was just going to have to ignore it.

Once settled in she tugged on his paw. Dutifully he peeled himself off the wall, his wet fur making a sound similar to muffled velcro, and came forward. Normally he wasn't one to allow himself to be ordered around so easily, but given the circumstances he couldn't bring himself to care. Or even to notice, really, as he did what she wanted without giving it any real consideration. He just did it.

He settled down beside her and was surprised when she began to feel along his back. Pyrrhic had already forgotten the hail. The pieces had been no bigger than peas and even though he'd felt them when they struck him they'd done no real harm and simply gotten lost in his plush coat. So color him surprised by Riva's touch. But she had hinted at their time together making her more - what was the word she'd used? - susceptible, hadn't she? He hadn't expected her to come around this quickly but perhaps that's what this was.

In all honesty Pyrrhic didn't know what to do. He'd kissed her once impulsively because that's what one did when overcome with feeling, was it not?

He leaned closer; swinging his head around so that it was close to hers as she ruffled through his wet coat. In doing so he had to partially remove his back from her reach by bringing his upper body around so he could reach. His voice low and his eyes searching,  he asked, "What are you doing?"