He felt sick. The absence of your scent, voice, touch, he knew he would’ve went crazy if he didn’t drop everything to go straight home to you. You had been so busy with your hunter work, and even volunteering at a children’s hospital you took up out of your own selflessness, but didn’t you understand? He was yours too. He needed your attention to survive too.

Pushing through to make it just a step away from your front door, he landed right on his knees in front of your bed, burying his face into your warm, soft lap. He almost looked like a lost puppy, inhaling your scent and wrapping his large arms around you so you couldn’t leave him like this.

“‘S been so lonely pips. I don’t like it. Tell me that you missed me — that you love me — please.”