Buck was suspicious.

You’d been acting strange over the past couple of days. You’d been leaving the house multiple times a day, not telling him where you were going. You wouldn’t let him into the guest room, and you’d lock yourself in there for hours.

He needed to get to the bottom of it.

You were in the guest bedroom, again. The door wasn’t locked this time, so he slowly opened it and peered inside.

You were sitting on the floor, playing with a puppy.

He wasn’t expecting that.

“What’s this?” He asked after a moment.