Redhawk Caldera i'm searching for a song tonight.

Eljay felt kind of guilty hogging all the spotlight of the conversation, but he couldn't help but feel the stress from this thing. He needed to talk to someone about it before he would burst at the seams. Liffey said that he didn't have to go, that he was better at the pups than Lagan; but Eljay wasn't so sure. He thought Lagan was such a star with the little pups, and besides, a part of Eljay felt bad that the pups were hogging up mommy-space. He wanted to give them his all, but he just couldn't, it seemed.

She asked him if he wanted to go and he looked at her as if she had just said he liked to hump dead fish. "What? No, I... I don't want to go. I just wish that... Sometimes if things would be a bit different... I love pups, I love the pups, I just... just miss mommy sometimes." He looked away guiltily, and, not being the sharpest crayon in the box, Eljay didn't even realise that part of Liffey's question might be a reflection on herself rather than on him.