Molly closed her eyes when he started talking and opened her senses, searching for the feeling he described. It was a quiet happiness, but a genuine one, pure and unadulterated. She could imagine him like that, animals he loved and that loved him in return just being content together in a shared space. No pressure from social expectations. Just pure and genuine happiness to be around eachother.

She let it wash over her and saw him smiling when she opened her eyes again. He had a beautiful smile and Molly returned it, adding a blush to it as he talked about coming home to her. Molly could see it too. A bunch of animals in a shared space, their shared space, a family space, full of life.

"I've never had a pet." Molly said. "Too many Jawas in the house as it was. But I always wanted one. Something that was just mine and wanted to be just mine, you know?"