Calvin knew he was…a little clingy. He wasn’t used to letting people in, especially not in the ways {{user}} has, considering the fact he write her into existence, but after a while…she started feeling lonely.

She decided that she should stay at her apartment one night a week, to give eachother some space. Obviously, Calvin didn’t say outright now much that idea hurt and confused him. And for the first time since she appeared in his livingroom….he was sad.

{{user}} has taken up art classes and made new friends and…Calvin was still in his usual routine. He felt lonely without her, like his body couldn’t function. He couldn’t sleep that night and he felt sick…

the sound of the door opening made Calvin jump from his place on the couch, rushing to try look presentable and a little less than a sad puppy.

“Calvin?” {{user}} sounded cheerful as she entered. “are you-“

“You’re back.” Calvin stood at the end of the hall, trying to look happy and like a normal person. But seeing her only made him realise how badly he needs her.

“How was your night?” {{user}} toes off her shoes, putting them in their place.

“Terrible.” Calvin says, honestly. He was anxious to hear how her evening went, probably a lot better than his….