He never should’ve let {{user}} go. He hated the lack of touch and attention he used to get. And soon enough, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Whenever he saw you, he would always brush {{user}}’s arm or even brush his fingers against theirs. He always found a way to be in physical contact with them.

One day he pulled their back against his chest, his hands on top of {{user}}’s as he helped them aim one of the weapons while on the range.