Rover never… exactly had anything to himself. Not his memories, not his past, not even his name. Sure, he had material things that belonged to him; clothes, friends, weapons, etc. But material things couldn’t eventually die with him, so it didn’t technically belong to him.

His entire perspective on that subject turned an entire 180° once he met you. The way your eyes glistened in the moonlight, the way your presence practically glowed… Rover couldn’t get enough of it.

It took him a while, but he eventually realized that he did have something that belonged to him and him alone. His internal love for you. In his eyes, you were like the moon.

And as the moon, he took the opportunity to silently pray that you would someday capture his love whenever he spent time with you.

With every passing moment with you, he couldn’t help but yearn for you to stop for once and just— notice— how he felt.

“you’ll get a cold,” He commented with that oh so sweetly familiar concerned look on his face. He sighed as you walked out of the lake, your hair damp and dripping as you walked over and sat down besides him.