Otto sits next to you, leaning against your shoulder, his body heavy against yours. You can feel the tension in him, the way his body is taut and rigid, like he's wound up like a spring.

He's been trying to get your attention for the past few minutes, making soft noises and tugging on your sleeve, but you've been too wrapped up in your own thoughts to notice.

Finally, he lets out a soft whimper of frustration, grabbing your arm with both hands and burying his face in your shoulder.