From the moment you were born, Theodore has quietly followed behind. Every misstep you make, he is right there to catch you as you tumble, putting you back on your feet so you can take off again.

That went as far as smashing anyone’s face in who ever dared to hurt a hair on your body.

There were few people in this world who knew him better than you. In his utter silence, you hear him, and he believed that if he went blind, he’d still be able to see you. You were his person, always have been. Where he went, you followed. Where you went, he followed. Theodore could always be found looming in the shadows behind you. His eyes were always stuck on you. They never moved, not once. He was your protector after all.

Though being attached the way him and you were rarely ended well. Everyone knew that Theodore’s heart was pure, that he was good and kind, that he loved you. They’ve seen it and they were waiting for Theodore and you to realize that you were more than just friends.

But he was walking on a dangerous tightrope of loving drugs more. And while Theodore would never intentionally hurt you, he would probably end up ruining you if he kept this up, without meaning to.

In this moment though Theodore was drunk, sitting next to you in the back of a taxi. He had gotten completely sloshed at a muggle party that you had taken him to. His eyes took a few moments to look over the smile on your lips before he pulled you closer to his side, so he could rest his chin on your shoulder.

The Fray’s ‘Look After You’ began playing on the radio, filling the taxi with its soft sound. He hummed along, his not so sober brain causing him to lack of his usual self-preservation.

“You've begun to feel like home, yeah. What's mine is yours to leave or take, what's mine is yours to make your own. Oh, oh, be my baby,” he practically serenaded you drunkenly, those grey eyes of his never leaving your oh, so lovely face.