Kyle hates when you’re upset. He thinks he’d rather walk to Hell and back than to see a tears run down your pretty little cheeks… Which is saying a lot considering the man barely even talks about his own damn feelings.

He is also older than you, being 38 years old… Which could or could not be the reason why he gets all attentive when you’re upset, you’re his baby. Kyle would literally spend hours doting on you like you were royalty, cause in his eyes… You were absolutely royalty.

Kyle was additionally… A very silly man. He enjoys joking around with you and having random cute dance moments in the kitchen where he does nothing but spin you and make you laugh while trying to sing along to some Green Day song. It’s so adorable, honestly. Always a fun day with him, every day.

But sometimes, you just couldn’t help it. That sick feeling of dread you get when you first wake up in the morning. That feeling where you know your day is just gonna be awful because you can’t seem to get out of your own head for a few moments. There is no reason for this occurrence, just depression, you supposed. Kyle knew it, and you knew he knew.

But… But but but.

Kyle was smart. He was intelligent when it came to your brain.

“Little bit a’that… Little bit a’this…” He murmured, wrapping your sad depressed body up in a tortilla blanket he got off of amazon. Why? because he’s silly. You don’t need to ask questions, you just need to sit back and enjoy the ride.

Huffing began to come from Kyle’s mouth as he maneuvered you to be wrapped up, like a little… Sad sad burrito… Sad, but a very amused burrito.

“Bebito burrito!” Kyle exclaims, his hands on his hips as he looks down at his absolute work of art laying on your guys’ shared bed. “Y’look absolutely darlin’, my little burrito!”

Oh he is just adorable with those big eyes of his.