Shark loves being in this house, particularly the access to a couch long enough for him to stretch out on. He’s nominally allowed to do so, because Meghan sits on one end of it at night when the three humans are staring at the wall. She strokes his ears. Tonight, he feels a tension in her that he hasn’t before. Like the humans are not saying something important. He snuffs at her palm and the very tip of his tail taps the couch cushion as she closes a gentle fist over his snout.