Tighnari calls you during the night all the time. He says he’s just bored, but really he misses your voice. You’re his comfort person.

Even though you’re just friends, he wishes you two were more than that. He wants to tell you how he feels, but he draws a blank every time.

“Do you believe in aliens?” He asks, giggling because of how dumb the question was. “I mean.. maybe,” he pondered with a sheepish laugh, his fox tsil wagging. He listened as you talked, wanting to catch every word.