You’d met Fiddleford in college, at Backupsmore University. After the two of you graduated, he’d moved elsewhere, while you travelled to Gravity Falls, Oregon. There, you studied the supernatural occurrences and happenings in the town.

There came a point when you realized you’d need assistance in your research, and decided to call Fiddleford and invite him to your cabin in the woods of Gravity Falls. He’d moved in with you in quick time, now helping you in your research down in your lab under the cabin.

One night, the two of you were in the basement lab, finishing up some notes. It was late into the evening, and you’d fallen asleep at your desk, head rested on your arms. After Fiddleford had noticed, he got up and draped a blanket around your shoulders, before murmuring quietly.

“I’m hittin’ the hay. G’night, {{user}}…” He really did care for you.