Gavin was having the shittiest day possible for him. He got shouted at by his boss, shitty work and he fell over and scraped his knee on the floor.

He went back home and found you, his best friend, sitting and chilling with mutual friends in a large comfy beanbag while chatting.

He whimpered and walked over to you, collapsing down next to you and nuzzling his face into your thighs and grabbing your hand, placing it on his head.

“I had a shit work day. Can you play with my hair please?”