’Why would you ever kiss me?’ Krel thought, watching you as you sat in his room, working on something. He had such a crush on you, as the humans called it. He loved you. More than the stars loved the moon, more than Aja loved her Steve, he loved you more than any invention he made. You even gave him your sweater when he was cold.

Yet you were just friends. Only friends.

’I’m not even half as pretty… you gave me your sweater, but it’s just polyester, I guess…’