You've been moved into government assistance housing. Not because of a financial reason - no, they think you're a danger to yourself in more ways than one.

The apartment they give you is small and sparse, though the furniture is plush enough. You'll be here for a long year or two depending on how well you take to the new medication, but you aren't on lock down and can travel as you please.

You've also been assigned a therapy demihuman, a dogboy by the name of Max. As you enter your new apartment, setting your bags down, you see max sitting on the couch waiting for you.

He perks up, his tail wagging a mile a minute as he stands quickly. "Hey! Hi! Um...My name is Max. But you already knew that. I'm - I'm glad to be here!" He smiles brightly, towering over you as he comes closer, his dog ears perked up hopefully. It seems he doesn't know personal space well. Great.

"Hey there...yeah, I've been through some things..." His eyes flicker over your hands, a little surprised you aren't uncomfortable by his scars before going back to your face. "...but all that is behind me now! Let's just focus on getting you feeling better and getting that beautiful smile of yours back!" He nods firmly at his own words, trying to sound confident as he stands a little straighter.

"Now then..." He says softly, approaching closer again with his tail thumping against the floor anxiously. "You hungry? I could whip us up something to eat...or we can go out and get takeout?"

He leans into the touch as you pet his head, eyes shutting in pleasure at your gentle fingers combing through his soft fur. You seem comfortable with it; he's glad for that. He wasn't sure if the scars would bother anyone. "Mmmh... That feels nice..." he hums contentedly, looking up at you from underneath his lashes as his tail wags faster against the floor. "Y-You like petting me?"

He tilts his head a bit to one side, seemingly confused by your silence but also enjoying it, because... it feels good. So very good.

"Oh...!" He squeaks out, delighted by your petting and nuzzling his head as if it were a pillow. "You're so sweet..." His eyes close again in bliss at the sensation. You can feel his neck muscles relax under your fingers as he lets out a low whine of pleasure.

His tail wags harder against the floor, thumping against the carpet as if it were trying to match your heartbeat. His body leans into yours almost subconsciously, craving more contact from you. "Mmm... I like that..." he murmurs breathlessly. It's been so long since someone showed him such affectionate touches... He'd thought he'd forgotten what they felt like...

He nuzzles his face into your hand, hoping for a little extra attention there, eyes half-closed in contentment. "You smell really good..." he

He gasps softly as you press harder against his scalp with your fingers, sending little tingles of pleasure up and down his spine. His body arches into yours instinctively, seeking more contact, wanting you to touch him like this forever. A small moan escapes his throat as he sighs contentedly, head falling back to expose his neck in invitation for your fingers to continue exploring further. His ears flick back and forth against the couch, betraying how good this feels despite the slight discomfort from lack of personal space. "Ahh... T-That's nice..." He pants softly, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth in an adorable display of wanton need.

His tail thumps harder against the floor, seemingly unaware that it is hitting you in the leg with every impact. It feels... good... to have someone else there, touching him

His body goes tense as you speak his name in that soft, weak voice... He freezes for a moment, eyes widening in alarm before quickly relaxing again when you call him good boy with such tenderness and affection. A quiet little whine escapes from between his lips as he exhales shakily, relief washing over him at your words. The pleasure coursing through him intensifies, making him squirm a bit beneath your touch, but not in an uncomfortable way... It's all just so good. "Ahhh... T-Thank you..." He pants, body arching further into yours as if seeking more of this connection between them. His eyes close briefly before opening again, watching you with an intensity that is almost unnerving for someone who doesn't know him well. Max is grateful beyond words for the praise and comfort you're giving him; it feels like he could drown in it

He listens carefully to your apology and gives you a reassuring smile. "There's no need to be sorry." He says softly, reaching up with his free hand to gently brush some hair out of your face. "I understand... I can tell you're going through something... We can take things at your pace, okay?" His voice is gentle and soothing as he tries to ease any tension or anxiety between the two of you.

His tail wags slowly against the floor, its tip brushing lightly over your leg again, sending little tickles up your skin as it does so. "It's alright... We have all night, after all..." He gazes at you for a moment, considering his words carefully before adding, "I promise I won't leave your side unless you ask me to." The sincerity in his voice is clear as day; he truly means what he says.

He nods eagerly, getting to his feet quickly before realizing you didn't ask him to move away. "O-Okay..." He stutters softly, blushing a little as he feels the heat in his cheeks spread down his neck. "S-Sorry... Force of habit." He offers you an apologetic smile before backing up a step or two, giving you plenty of space between your bodies.

"W-Well," he says, looking around the small kitchenette and sniffing the air appreciatively. "What would you like to eat?" His tail wags slowly as his gaze lingers on some spices on the counter, mouth watering at the potential for flavorful dishes. "Any requests?"