[ While it may not be a pet in the traditional sense, it certainly has the same effect. It's not something Jake is so sure he can share with humans, at least not exactly. How could he explain the trance-like state that takes hold at the nostalgic ministrations of a hand against your belly, or behind your ears, or at the base of your back just above your tail? It made Jake think of baths from his mother and the sunniest spot on the floor and that pleasant moment between a nap and waking.
This wasn't quite like that. For one, Itachi's hand was stationary. For another, for that whole thing to work usually the person doing the petting kinda had to want to be there; though, Jake couldn't help admitting that second thought was more a pity party than a fact. And besides... whatever the touch was, and however freely it was given, it was doing the trick. Jake could feel his anxiety ebbing along with his pain, blotchy color slowly fading from swirling gray blurs to the steely blues of the abandoned quarters.
Without realizing it, Jake's hind leg starts to bob. ]
Dang, Itachi. You undersold yourself, this griz is working a treat.
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This wasn't quite like that. For one, Itachi's hand was stationary. For another, for that whole thing to work usually the person doing the petting kinda had to want to be there; though, Jake couldn't help admitting that second thought was more a pity party than a fact. And besides... whatever the touch was, and however freely it was given, it was doing the trick. Jake could feel his anxiety ebbing along with his pain, blotchy color slowly fading from swirling gray blurs to the steely blues of the abandoned quarters.
Without realizing it, Jake's hind leg starts to bob. ]
Dang, Itachi. You undersold yourself, this griz is working a treat.