It strikes a little too close, honestly, and Freddie has to look away, focusing instead on the mewling kitten as she frees herself entirely from the basket and tries crawling up his arm with her tiny, razor sharp claws.

"Haven't had a cat since I was a kid," he says, wincing a little at another dig into his arm and he moves to set the basket aside and scoop up the kitten in his other hand. "She'll scratch everything up." Despite himself, he doesn't really feel upset so much as a little confused. Freddie hasn't had to care for anyone but himself since he left high school. How long will it take him to ruin this little thing's entire life?

Holding her up, he squints over at Freddie. "Did you name her?"