He pulls his arm away from me, but keeps walking with me. It's so nice walking with him when it's just us. When he's not being yelled at to attack us already.

I know he could attack anyway.

But he hasn't. He doesn't seem to want to. And I'm wondering now just how many times he only attacked because he felt... obligated. There was a little stray dog who hung around at school sometimes. If you scared it, it'd growl, sometimes snap at you. If it thought you were going to attack.

If you approached it gently and quietly, sometimes it'd let you stroke its ears. It even had a sleep in my lap one time at lunch. I don't think I've ever had a lunchbreak before when I haven't been up and running around. It was weird, but nice.

"You want to try?"