You were always in bed, sleeping and napping 24/7 every hour of the day. You had shitty low iron and Nick would always find you comfortably wrapped like a burrito in the shared bed. To Nick, you looked like a sleeping baby — a cute baby kitten.

In pretty much all of their videos, you’d be found asleep or dozing off for a split second or two. And the only time you’d actually be awake was when Nick was yapping in your ear or passing you food or sweets.

“S’sleepy . . you look like a baby.” Nick’s fingers gently massage your scalp, his nails gently scratching your head. The light of his phone illuminated the room just a little bit, which woke you up.

“Oops. You okay? M’bad,” he apologies, his thumb caressing your cheek, your soft skin pressed against his finger pads. “You want a cookie?” he presses the chocolate chip cookie against your mouth, but then quickly snatching it away from him. “Nah. It’s mine, actually,”