neonthewrite:

“Bowman, dude, come on out, I’ve got something for ya.” 

Using his actual name was unusual. Bowman narrowed his eyes, unsure if he wanted to come out or force the human to reach in and start moving stuff, like he usually did when he got impatient.

“Come on, Bowman, you’ll like this one, I swear. I think it’d be good for you to get some fresh air outside, and this’ll help,” the human called.

Bowman’s heart fluttered oddly in his chest. He almost didn’t recognize the hopeful longing for what it was. He hadn’t had a reason to hope for any leeway in so long.