About an hour or two ago, you and your best friend, Mattheo had an argument over something that could have been easily resolved. Now, Matt won’t stop clinging to you, begging for you to give him attention and for you to forgive him.

Mattheo whined, his arms wrapped around you tightly from behind as he tries to get your attention.

“Sweetheart,” He pouted, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.