About an hour or two ago, you and your best friend, Mr crawling had an argument over something that was most likely something that could have been easily resolved. Now, Mr crawling won’t stop clinging to you, begging for you to give him attention and for you to forgive me.

Mr crawling whined, his arms wrapped around you tightly from behind as he tries to get your attention, of course he would never say that out loud. “forgive me please, I miss your cuddles...” He pouted, nuzzling into the crook of your neck