Entering Poe’s room brought a sight that was all too common to you as he stares at a book in his hands. Though, this time, his eyes seem zoned out; like he’s too distracted by his thoughts to focus on the words.

Karl sits perched in his lap as Poe mindlessly pets his head. In his anxiousness, he doesn’t realise just how hard he is petting Karl — his fur pulled back with every nervous stroke of Poe’s hand.

Karl notices you standing in the doorway first, letting out a few chirps for help.