It was something that while Cutter was trying, Hobbes was now stubbornly done. He got here and Chris had hated him, and, well. That hadn't changed and that was fine. He didn't have to understand it to deal with it. Plenty of people in the Realm had hated him without good reason. If he felt at all bad about it, it was because of the looks that Pinocchio was tossing his way.

So he pulled in on himself at the end of the bed, still quietly sipping his coffee and pretending that he hadn't heard Chris speak.