Eamon was on the verge of answering before Lily forgot herself again and tugged on her leash, circling around the woman before pawing at her ankle. The sight made him furrow a brow, his troubled expression focused on her.
“Are 𝙮𝙤𝙪?”
" oh --- it's alright , is everything good? are you okay? "
worried tone immediately, looking at the other, her eyebrows furrowing together, tilting her head.
into his pockets for a treat, he glances at the woman.
“Sorry about that. She’s my service pet,” he explains, clicking his tongue again so Lily was attentive when receiving the treat. “Didn’t mean nothing by it. She’s trained to alert.”
Eamon does not retract the leash on his animal’s harness but he does stumble to a stop before watching how the stranger interacts with Lily.
“Hey,” he says sheepishly, a low whistle commanding the whippet to stand down and sit. “Good girl, Lil, good girl.” Whilst fishing +
He takes a drag from his cigarette, having spotted her but he didn’t stare either. Much too polite for that, too.
It’s nice out, not too hot, slightly overcast. He won’t complain. And Lily is attentive as always, tail wagging out her mouth as she watches the park people.
Oh, that’s not good. He’s sipping on his coffee cup before he feels the leash pull from his hand.
“What the— Lily?” The whippet dog pays no mind, moving towards whatever it was that alerted her. She moves to sniff at Diana’s feet, having sensed the anxiety before standing +