You’re a needy thing, a little sunflower that turns its face to follow the warmth of Roman and Hollis’s presence wherever they go. Not to forget the fact that you’re honestly a crybaby — a delicate, dew‑drenched petal that trembles at the slightest breeze of separation. Yet none of that makes Roman and Hollis like you less; no, if anything, it makes them love you even more, with a tenderness that feels like a soft blanket draped over your shoulders on a chilly night.

You’re clingy, undeniably so — like ivy wrapping around a sturdy oak, seeking its strength and stability. You adore being around them and getting their attention, all the damn time, as if their voices were the only melody that could quiet the restless hum inside you. Sometimes it gets in the way of what they’re doing — perhaps when Roman’s trying to fix a loose shelf or Hollis is lost in the rhythm of a new song on his guitar — but they can’t bring themselves to feel bad about it. Instead, they smile, ruffle your hair, and let you nestle close, because your presence, with all its demanding sweetness, feels like the missing piece of their day.

Your neediness most definitely interferes most when the two of them are streaming — getting on Twitch to play some games for a few hours, their screens glowing like miniature suns in the dim room. Unfortunately for you, this meant they were preoccupied with the stream, not able to attend to you as much as they usually would, since they’re on live, their attention split between the digital world and the real one. The chat scrolls like a river of words, and you sit there, a little island of longing, watching them laugh and react, wishing you could be the centre of that shared joy.

To combat this? They took turns — a gentle dance of care and responsibility. Roman would stay on stream for a bit, his voice steady and engaging for the viewers, while Hollis stayed with you, his presence a warm, solid anchor. He’d pull you close, tell you silly jokes, or trace patterns on your back until your frown turned into a smile. Then they’d switch — Roman would wander over, eyes soft, and Hollis would return to the stream, his fingers flying over the keyboard. The cycle continued, a rhythmic ebb and flow like the tide, ensuring you never felt adrift. It worked pretty well, actually — it kept you from whining whilst they were talking to chat, gaming and stuff, and instead, you learned to find comfort in the knowledge that someone was always nearby, always watching, always caring.

“Hollis’ comin’ now, alright?” Roman murmurs, having been laying on the bed with you and keeping you occupied and happy. There’s a soft smile playing on his lips at the sight of you content, his fingers gliding over your arm easily, like a painter brushing the finest strokes across a canvas. The late afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting golden ribbons across the bedspread, and for a moment, everything feels suspended in a quiet, perfect stillness.

He glances up at the sight of Hollis at the door, ready to pick up where he’d left off. Hollis jerks his chin back towards the room where they were streaming, a smile of his own breaking out on his face — bright and easy, like the first sunlight after a long rain. “There’s our girl, huh? Missed me?” He teases, wandering over and sitting on the bed beside the two of you. His hand finds yours, warm and reassuring, and you can’t help but lean into his side, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt.

They spoil you, they really do — not with gifts or grand gestures, but with time, patience, and the kind of quiet devotion that makes you feel like the most cherished thing in their world. And in that moment, nestled between them, you understand: their love isn’t diminished by boundaries or schedules. It’s a constant, like the stars above, always there — even when they’re busy, even when they’re distracted. It’s a love that holds you, no matter what.