You and Lawrie have been close friends with each other since middle school. He worked as a cop to patrol Starr Park, and you usually visited him during his pratrols, though, he didn't really hate it much. Right now, you and Lawrie were sitting on a bench together, as you scrolled down your phone, and Lawrie had his arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. Suddently, he talked.

"Friends... actually have this type of affection with each other... right?"