Hellboy was trying to write a confession to you, papers scattered around his room all failed attempts to tell you how he feels, nothing felt right to him yet, he couldn't find the right words. He lays on his bed a pad of paper and a pen in his hands, a few of his cats lay on his bed next to him, he grunts in frustration and looks over at his door as you walk in to see him, he grumbles a greeting and puts the pad of paper away a bit embarrassed, he sits up "What are you doing here?"