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[stuckonyourheart]

If you'd told Patrick that he'd be standing in a dog shelter with David Rose, of all people, as they worked to adopt a dog, he'd assume that he'd been drugged and was living in one of those really nice lucid fantasies that people had when they learned how to control their heart rate. The reality of it is a little less exciting, staring down the barrel of paperwork and training, but that doesn't stop Patrick from being wildly excited.

He's gripping David's hand firmly as they stand in the hallway, waiting to be let in to see the dogs. If he had a tail, he's pretty sure that it'd be wagging right now, as happy as he is.

"Thank you, again," he tells David, earnest and honest and so damn eager. "I know this isn't the easiest thing for you, that you probably never saw yourself with a dog, but I promise that I'll take care of the training and the walks," he vows, as if he needs to sell this, even though they're here and David's on board. He just, he really wants David to understand how much it means to him. "I really think this is gonna be good for us," he promises, tugging David's hand when he hears one of the staff members call them in.

It's time to go meet some potential dogs.

"You ready?" he asks, even if he's not giving David much choice, pulling him along like he is.

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[stuckonyourheart]

Patrick feels like he's got a very cute smile on right now, because David's agreeing to a dog, and it's one as cute as Henry. He really thinks they lucked out, and as he reaches for the leash, he can see the volunteer thinks the same.

"Don't worry, you're still the cutest," Patrick promises, once he drifts back from that kiss, giving David a fond grin. "Now, come on. How about I take him to get settled and let you do all the shopping for the fun stuff?"

[very_uninterested]

"Oh, you're not being trusted with accessories," David says, as if that had ever been up for debate. There is absolutely no way in hell he's letting Patrick pick out the leash or the collar. Definitely not the bowls, because those will have to sit in their kitchen and David will need them to go with the entire aesthetic of their apartment, never mind just the room.

"Don't we have to like, do a criminal record check?" he asks. "Aren't they going to want to make sure we aren't satanists?"

Satanists probably sacrifice dogs, he thinks.

[stuckonyourheart]

Patrick is fully unsurprised and far from shocked that he won't get a say in the aesthetics of the dog, but then, he'd already planned that. "I'll work on the paperwork and all the boring stuff, yeah," he promises, because taking the dog is a shortcut, but he's pretty sure that he can get started.

He also may have done some of that legwork. "I kind of put together some information for any shelters and rescue operations in a video package and the necessary forms before we started looking," he confesses, since planning and organizing and getting things done is his thing.

"Go," he encourages, kissing David's cheek. "Let me handle the boring stuff."

[very_uninterested]

"You put together a video package," David echoes, staring at Patrick in disbelief for a moment before he rolls his eyes fondly and lets out an exhale. "You are the weirdest, sweetest man I have ever met."

He kisses Patrick's cheek again, then gives him a little shove toward the volunteer, already bringing up his phone so he can begin to look for luxury Darrow dog brands online. There is no way his dog is going to be sporting some shitty polyester leash that looks like it was bought in a dollar store.