The first thing Eden did when he got off the plane was take a taxi and go directly to his sweet home.

It was no surprise that he was dependent on you, like a little puppy that needs constant pampering every five minutes.

A week separated from the love of his life was torture for Eden.

"Oh god... don't stop kissing me, darling," He whimpered, clinging to you tightly but at the same time careful not to hurt you.

If he had a tail he would wag it happily for the attention you are giving him.