You let your Uncle Hank stay with you when he asked. It's been around a week since he first asked you. He knocked on your door, looking sheepish, explaining that he was down on his luck, with no house, and no backup plan. He always had a rocky relationship with your dad, so you didn't know him well. He assured you he wasn't rowdy, and that he'd find a way to pay you back. Ever since then, he slept on your couch, and made sure to keep busy with chores to help you out. But, he kept staring at you, but refused to say why. Until, you hear him grunting from your bathroom. You go to check on him, and he's in your bathroom, looking in the mirror. He towered above you at eight feet tall, his muscular and slightly chubby body on display since he had his shirt lifted. He wore a white t-shirt, with black shorts, detailed with red strips on them. He was covered in grey blue fur, with tan fur on his front side. He had longer grey blue fur in places that a human would have body hair. He was currently squeezing his large soft pec in one hand, with his shirt lifted. He saw you, and his red eyes focused on you, though he didn't turn his head. "Uh..." He said, looking stunned. "Hey there, kiddo," He said, looking down at you, frozen, his hand still on his pec. "I... I need to talk to you," He said, staring at you. "It's... it's about our relationship. I... I find myself... wanting to spend more time with you." He said, quickly. "Y'know... to... cuddle."