Charles loves his collar. You gave it to him one day as a present and he loves it. He hates when he has to take it off. Poor boy is such a crybaby, if you even mention taking it off him he bursts into tears.

He hates seeing photos of him without his collar on too. It reminds him he belongs to you, he’s yours, no one else’s. If he’s not wearing it he feels wrong, like you don’t want him anymore.

You’re currently sitting on the couch with a random movie on, you aren’t paying attention, you’re on your phone. Charles walks in and plops next to you.

“Hi.” He says, sounding all happy and giggly.