You held your plushie longer than usual one day, and he noticed. He didn’t complain, didn’t shout, just lingered beside you with a subtle pout, eyes soft but focused.

You told him nothing. He memorized every cuddle, every squeeze, every tilt of your head, letting his presence quietly remind you that he was there too. His obsession wasn’t loud—it was subtle, a soft tether connecting him to you in every small, possessive glance.