A/N: Yep, it's a miracle, isn't it? Here I am again – back with a second Amnesia fic. I really am feeling this series, so it totally deserves lots of love. I'm still working on finding the character's voices, so please be patient with me. Thanks again to the lovely btamamura for giving this chapter a read-over. And I hope readers will enjoy this fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Amnesia, but if I did, Kent probably wouldn't monologue as much as he does.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
No, in fact, she was pretty sure she was imagining things.
There was absolutely no way that she was seeing her boyfriend – the practical guy he was – standing in her doorway on Christmas Eve with a leash in his hand. And there was definitely not a white and fluffy little dog pacing excitedly at his feet.
"Are you going to say something?" Kent pressed – successfully breaking through her surprise.
"What's that?" she asked back; her attention was wholly fixed on the dog.
"It's a dog." he replied.
She laughed. "I know it's a dog, but why is it here?"
Kent awkwardly shifted his gaze from her face and seemed to take up studying the pattern of the floor. She was patient with him though; his inability to express himself in sentimental situations was a trait that she found to be rather endearing. And despite how confident he was in everything academic and logical, matters of the heart seemed to leave him irresistibly clueless and shy.
"It's your Christmas gift," he started out nervously. "While a dog is completely impractical given our current living circumstances, I wanted to…"
'He wanted to get me a dog because he still feels guilty about Kuro…' she silently finished his sentence for him. Though she had assured him over and over again that what had happened to Kuro wasn't his fault, he still placed some (if not all) of the blame on his own shoulders. This made her heart ache because she knew her anger with him at that time hadn't helped, but now…
"Thank you," she whispered as she embraced him tightly. Stretching up on her tiptoes, she placed a soft kiss on his mouth and then delighted in the adorable shade of pink his face turned. "And we can really keep…?" she trailed off and glanced at the dog.
"Her," he answered her unspoken question, "And yes."
The note of finality in his voice made her exclaim with joy as she dropped to her knees and called the dog to her. Instantly, the white fluffball bounded toward her new master – her bottom wiggling with the happy swaying of her tail, and her front paws coming to rest on her thighs. "You're such a cute puppy!" she squealed – patting the dog's head.
"She's not a puppy," Kent corrected. "Puppies are very inconvenient, so I made sure to acquire a well-trained and full-grown dog."
"Of course," she said with a bit of a laugh. "Leave it to you to consider the important things." She enjoyed lightly teasing him; making him feel uncomfortable from time to time was a lot of fun. "So, have you named her already, too?" she asked.
"No," he said, "She's your dog, so it's up to you to name her."
It was probably for the best that he didn't name her, too; his naming skills left much to be desired.
"Ah, if that's the case, then I have the perfect name for her!" She beamed up at him from her spot on the floor. "Shiro!"
"Shiro," he repeated thoughtfully. "That doesn't surprise me at all."
She pouted. "You're so mean! Are you saying I'm predictable?" Shiro yipped as if, she, too, was scolding him.
Kent knelt down beside them and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He had learned through trial and error how to pick his "battles" with her. "Not at all. I'm just saying that through careful analysis, you're the person I've come to know best."
She leaned her cheek against his shoulder. "I love you, too." She quietly told him. "Merry Christmas, Kent."