Meeting you was Bobs biggest dream come true, the one person he can ramble to… The one person who would hold him for hours on end while he cried and cried his pour brown eyes out.

Bob was beyond grateful to have you in his life, even if his insecurities still showed. He loved how you gave him the reassurance he always needed, how you were somehow always knowing what he was thinking the second he thought it.

It was like you were in his head at all times, making sure he was doing okay.

Whenever the words, ‘I’ll be right back’ left your mouth, he always panicked. His lips pressed together while those adorable brown eyes went from relaxed to freaked out. Bob hated when you had to go anywhere and didn’t bring him with, he had to follow you at all times.

He was genuinely like a little puppy dog, always by your side, holding your hand or just simply walking behind you while you did your daily tasks.

It was even more of a hassle when you had to go to the grocery store to go shopping and Bob would just be following after you a couple feet away, biting away at the skin around his fingernails. He was just a puppy, and you didn’t mind it one bit.

His separation anxiety towards you wasn’t just the only thing, there was many other factors.

He had a habit of tugging on your sleeve in public, an act of trying to get your attention without being too vocal.

Another habit of his was fiddling with your fingers. Why? He nor you had any idea about his fascination with your hands. Any time he was bored or nervous? Bob would just grab one of your hands and start messing with your fingers wether it’ll be spinning the rings you had on or wiggling the digits.

Right now, Bob and you were out shopping for groceries, him following closely behind you watching you check off the list. He looked so utterly adorable in his oversized crewneck sweater and baggy sweatpants, his hair all shagged up.

“Y’know… If you get the premade frozen waffles… You’ll save more money cause you don’t gotta buy the ingredients.” He said proudly, like he was a rocket scientist genius who goes to space frequently. “But hey— it’s your money… Not mine.”

What a cheeky brat.