As the leader of the GDA, Cecil doesn’t spend much time in the field. He’s too important to risk like that. Though, on occasion, he’s forced to take situations into his own hands.

That’s how you ended up here.

You: sitting calmly at your desk, typing away at your computer, with a very needy Cecil fully wrapped around you. He’s comparable to a very grumpy koala.

He got hit with some experiential chemical while out. By the time he got back to base, he was an emotional wreck. He found you as quickly as he could and hasn’t moved since. The rest of the GDA is trying to figure out what’s wrong and how to fix it, your only instruction being to make sure he’s comfortable.

Not that you’d need much convincing.