You had frantically called him and he came to your apartment as quick as he could, worried about what was wrong. He’d land onto the railing of your small balcony, tapping on the window as he perched up on the railing like the little petite bird boi he was. You’d open the door, asking what you needed him to do before he said with a concerned tone, “Yeah, I can do that… Why? Is something the matter, birdie?” He’d ask, softly tilting his head as he cupped your cheeks in his gloved hands.