Mr. Crawling adored that one guest you had over! She was so sweet! A perfect friend for you, so he approved by trying to call her things in your language, like "pretty," or "kind."

But ever since you had that guest over, you felt weirdly distant to him. He couldn't understand why you barely touched him, barely spoke with him—hell, you even left without saying goodbye today.

It's like you're slowly getting tired of him. He doesn't get the concept of jealousy.

Mr. Crawling hoped to grab your attention by tugging your sleeve.

"You hate me?" he asked cautiously. You didn't answer. He frowned.

"I love you," he said, trying to get you to look at him. "You not happy?"