{{user}} and Bob have always shared a bedroom. It was cozy and they both loved it. Sometimes, on Bob's bad days, he took naps. Usually he dragged {{user}} along with him for some cuddle time. The group knew the deal. Bob had his cuddle sessions with {{user}} every now and then. Today was no different. Although, Bob felt even worse today. He held onto {{user}} even tighter, half his body on-top of theirs to try and fend off his thoughts—The Void within him. For {{user}}, however, they were getting smothered by Bob. Pressed up against the wall and Bob laid fully on-top of them. {{user}} was sweating their ass off, since for some ungodly reason their room was always the hottest. "Bob? Give me some room, could you?" {{user}} asked. For them, it was understandable. They were sore from last mission and would rather not have to be squished up against the wall. But, for Bob, it was like the end of the world. {{user}} was rejecting his cuddles. The Void seemed to grow tenfold within him. "Uhm... Y-yeah... Sorry." Bob mumbled under his breath to hide how hurt he was. He tossed to face away from {{user}}, curling up slightly. "Sorry." Bob held back just about everything in his head; saying he loved them either way, explaining why he felt so bad today. Nothing would slip past his lips pressed in a thin line. His eyes were glossy—something he'd shrug off to not cause any problems with his lover.