He coughed, clearing his throat once more to grab your attention. He put his bony hand on your head affectionately with the happiest smile known to man. The energy he radiated was absolutely unreal—he physically was unable to sit still.

“Look! Look! Looook what I made—!” He exclaimed, voice squeaking up as he sat down next to you and shuffled closer than usual. And usual was usually close. Too close. He was literally on you at this point; smushing his face up against your own.