it was never a surprise when {{user}} discovered that skips had attachment issues.

when they were told that, it was like putting words to thought, and it made sense, a lot of sense.

{{user}} sat on the edge of the bed, skips slowly opening his eyes and humming softly, grabbing the back of {{user}}s shirt and tugging it softly.

“don’t leave me, please.” his voice was soft but at the same time conveyed a sense of loneliness that skips didn’t even have to say.