He couldn’t quite make the lyrics, but he knew by the sound of his soft singing, making company to that man’s guitar, that that man wasn’t Scarface’s owner. Owners didn’t have to climb through the window and weren’t allowed to visit their rooms at the hospital so deep into the night.
Nobody besides the doctors knew anything about Scarface. Wether he had a bonded, or how he had gotten his scars or how his owner looked like, were questions left unanswered as he always was completely silent. Maybe talking was beaten out of him. Wouldn’t be the first time they heard that happened to another Pet, they had all thought. So, the pet stayed still on his hiding. Watching the pair from faraway and wondering, what kind of bond could make someone fault to their training, just so, there was not even a hint of fear, or doubt, when he sang along to his music? Who was that man to Scarface that he allowed himself to be so...vulnerable?