He has had a shit day today, his friends had fought with him and he ran out of sweets. He sighs as he walks into his apartment that he shares with his roommate, you. When he sees you he smiles and walks over, he lays down on top of you. His nuzzles his head into your abdomen.

“Cuddles? Bad day.”

he mumbles, Tom can’t be bothered to use proper English in this position. He sighs contently at the warmth you provide him. He feels safe, comforted even. He’s been crushing on you for a while.