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[suckstobestrange]

I'm pretty sure I already know how to train a dog.

[And Sirius already seems to be a Well-Trained Dog. Wong is suspicious too, though at the moment he's more picking up on Stephen's mood than anything and doesn't realize that Sirius is Here To Stay. So pup will be wary but comes trotting over to initiate the hello-sniff ritual anyways.]

[wingedman]

It's okay, Sirius. Relax.

[That seems to be one of his commands, and Sirius happily starts sniffing around Wong, his tail wagging energetically.]

Are you gonna be an asshole about this, Stephen?

[suckstobestrange]

[Wong of course is happy to meet the other dog, milling around him like a one-dog welcome crew, stubby tail helicoptering behind him.]

Until you tell me what made you decide that I clearly needed a service dog, then sure.

[There's only so many classes of working dog to be had, and Stephen had no farm to need a farm dog, didn't need a guard dog, so process of elimination meant one very likely reason.]

[wingedman]

[Sirius licks Wong happily, nearly bowling him over with his enthusiasm.]

Uh, have you seen yourself since you came back? Because I think it's pretty goddamn obvious why, Stephen.

[suckstobestrange]

Just need a break and I'll be fine.

[Lies that he's well aware are lies a frown on his face as his attention skips from Sam to watching Sirius and Wong making friends.]

[wingedman]

First of all, you don't take breaks, as evidenced by the fact that you aren't in bed. And second, that's totally wrong anyway.

[Sam's voice softens a little.] Look, I can't be with you all the time - hell, you probably wouldn't want me with you 24/7. But it'd make me feel a lot better if you just kept Sirius with you, okay? Besides, Wong could use another friend.

[Besides, you know, Fox. And Billy's fox. And the mice.]

[suckstobestrange]

[Sam could likely see the way Stephen was squaring up to argue before he hit on the right manipulations to cut through the bluster.

It was easy enough to shove his own needs and feelings to the side. Harder when it was someone he cared about. 'It'd make me feel a lot better' was more than enough, even without bringing Wong into the mix, and Stephen's shoulders slumped again as he let out an inelegant snort, gaze flicking back towards Sam.]

Fine. Not like I don't have the room. His training will just be going to waste, but sure.

[wingedman]

[Sam reaches out and cups Stephen's cheek in his hand for a moment, a soft smile on his face as he strokes his skin with the pad of his thumb.]

Thanks, Stephen.

[There's a quick brush of a kiss on the other cheek.]

Besides, I picked his name out just for you.

[suckstobestrange]

Manipulative jerk. [His tone sounds more amused than anything as he says this, not at all serious if the small crooked grin the response earned was any hint.]

I'll have to find him a Gryffindor collar, might as well go all in right?

[wingedman]

[Sam just laughs, not denying the accusation at all.] Your fault for being a stubborn ass.

Mmhm. Too bad it's getting too warm to wear your Slytherin scarf when you take him for walks.

[suckstobestrange]

When have you known me to be anything else?

[He's pretty consistent in that after all.]

That thing is pretty cozy. [Best joke gift clearly.]

[wingedman]

Didn't say you ever weren't.

[Look, he's known you for a year now, he's qualified to judge in that area.]

Uh-huh. Especially when you're falling on your ass while ice skating.

[Never going to let you live that one down, Stephen. <3]

[suckstobestrange]

I don't know what you're talking about, Wilson.

[Just pretending at haughty prim attitude as he crouches to offer a hand Sirius's way. If the dog was staying, might as well make friends, right?]

[wingedman]

Uh-huh. I bet you don't know anything about the hair dye I found in the bathroom the other day, either.

[While everyone who resides in the Sanctum at least part-time has dark hair, there's really only one candidate here.]

Unless you really wanna tell me Billy's going grey prematurely.

[Sirius sniffs at Stephen's hand, then licks it in a doggy hello.]

[suckstobestrange]

It's tragic isn't it? [Not that his tone was at all serious, but he might as well run with the ridiculous excuse for a moment just to be a jerk.

He holds his hand still for doggy kisses, before moving to scratch idly behind the lab's ear.]

What can I say I'm vain.

[wingedman]

[Sam nuzzles at Stephen's temple for a moment, planting a kiss by his ear.]

You don't need to. Although I don't mind looking like your hot young thing.

[Yeah, Sam, you're so young.]