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The distance remained between them for a bit longer, and Eljay looked uncertainly on as Uncle P spoke. Eljay didn't really think he was any of those things, but he supposed that at least he was a sitter and a big brother. Upon the social cue he drew nearer lightly, his head low and submissive instinctively to mirror his mood, though he stiffened midway on his way to his uncle's side.

Peter.

It felt as if something crosswired in his brain, like maintenance couldn't find the right place to put all the wires. A moment ago, he'd known that the boy he'd met wasn't really Petey... But the next, only the memories of spending time with the boy, giving him the collection of treasures he'd saved for Petey, spending time with him, those were the only things Eljay remembered.

Again he came closer, placing a careful lick on his uncle's chin in respect before he said in a whispery voice, "It... It's okay, Uncle P. Petey came back, didn't he? Everything turned out okay." His lip trembled as if a bodily protest to discussing this subject at all. "I showed him all the rocks I'd gathered." The memories were fuzzy, like a very vivid dream, and he couldn't place all the details, but he was very convinced that the time spent with Stoic had been with Peter in that moment.