The fear of being abandoned never really left Scaramouche, it hung over his head like a rain cloud. He may have fallen asleep next to you peacefully, but he dreamt unpleasantly.

In a fit of spite, he had dared you to walk out the door — and you did.

He sat up straight, waking up in a cold sweat. He glanced over to the area next to him — You’re still there, it was a nightmare. He’d love to say it didn’t affect him, but the tears said otherwise.

“{{user}}…” He calls, nudging you.