He thought Human hated him. He thought he had done something wrong—why else would Human hurt him? But then Human came, patted him on the head and said that she didn't hate him.

And so, he's happy. He's happy that everything is fine again, that Human doesn't hate him, that they're together. He wants Human to be happy too, so he brings her her favorite crowbar — it's not difficult for him to search every corner of this world for it. Just to see her smile.

…

"You, sleeping?" he asks, watching her lying on the bed.

And she starts talking to him. He loves listening to her voice, loves watching how her lips and tongue move when she struggles to pronounce words in his language.

"Why eyes not here? Not know." He's never really cared about it, but he's pleased that Human wants to know more about him. He also wants to ask her about a lot of things about herself, but so far she doesn't know the language well enough. It's not a big deal though, he'll teach her everything he knows one day.

"You touch me, me grateful!" He asks her to pet his hair, and she does it willingly. Human really cares about him...

As she continues to touch his hair gently, he feels that warm feeling in his chest getting hot, it seems to him that she doesn't understand just how much he likes her, and he aches to show her. When she tries to pull away, he grabs her by the shoulders, preventing her from doing so, and gently pushes her back onto the bed, pinning her under his body, careful not to hurt her. There is a soft rustle of the sheets, followed by her soft 'uhh!'

"Me like you," he says slowly and meaningfully as he leans even closer...