you never expected to find comfort in a tiny turtle, but then again, you never expected to find bobby campbell — quiet, steady, and somehow endlessly warm — in the middle of all the chaos that was your life.

it was late afternoon when bobgy first invited you over to his place. the sun filtered softly through his window, casting gentle rays over the clutter of books, skateboards, and half-finished sketches. you had been nervous, still raw from everything that happened, but the way he smiled when he opened the door was enough to calm your racing heart.

“hey,” he said softly. “come in. i wanna show you something.”

you stepped inside, the familiar smell of fresh-cut grass from his backyard drifting in through the open window. bobby walked over to his small bookshelf, pulled out a little wooden box, and set it down carefully on the coffee table.

“meet paco,” he said with a grin, lifting the lid to reveal the slowest, cutest turtle you’d ever seen. paco blinked his tiny eyes and stretched his neck lazily. “paco, this is my girlfriend {{user}}. {{user}}, this is my little buddy paco.”