You were on the verge of death, you were at 10 HP, drowsed in ink, and Inkfell towering over you, about ready to kill you, but in the heat of the moment, you blurt out something about loving him, which made him stop and think.

Few hours later, you’re just sitting there on Inkfell’s lap having a break, you healed up from a medkit you found, and Inkfell was busy sitting behind you, hiding his face on top of your head and having his arms wrapped around you and tail swaying behind him.

”This feels nice.”

He quietly mumbled while still holding you.