Abdus was no stranger to the nomadic life. In Iraq, he was born into poverty. Travelling was often done in order to stay where employement was or to find shelter whenever his family was kicked out or pushed away. After he had settled with a wife, children and a stable home, anarchy arose and revolts went off, society broke and eventually lead to the demise of his home, the death of his family and the return of the nomadic life.
It was tragic that all of that had happened. It was information no one knew about the man, information he would rather keep away from the public. Even Craig knew little about his old life and family.
How was he going to react knowing his lover was not only a married man before but a father? How was he going to react knowing he was married to a woman if anything?
He mentioned it a few times but... He still didn't know if the man was informed enough to really judge the situation.

The thoughts and many worries were overbearing, so Abdus went on a stroll. He walked on, a little hunched over, eyes scanning this new American environment he found himself upon before he heard the distant echo of whittling not too far ahead. Naturally, curiosity grabbed the man and he inched closer, closer, curious to know who was performing the art only to see Nathan settled comfortably with shavings of wood scattered about. Abdus was relieved to see a familiar face rather than a stranger - Nathan was one of the men who greeted him into this area, although they were merely acquaintances at least they were not strangers.
If it wouldn't have been for Moose, Abdus would have probably simply waved and walked away, but no, the instant the little brown dog caught the eyes of the man he grinned and walked closer, crouching down into a low squat before tilting his head over and mouthing a gentle 'hello!' towards the man's canine companion before he'd finally address him. "Can I pet him?"
He felt kind of like a dumb child asking that - what kind of grown man just asked random people to pet their dogs? Him, that's who. But still, he couldn't help but feel as if it was a little awkward. There was no reason for it to be awkward though, he'd rather ask since some dogs did not like affection, some dogs were service animals and couldn't get distracted, some dogs were sick. That's okay! Abdus just liked every dog and wanted to pet them - only if the dog would like it though.

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✩[b][i] - misery loves my company