Todd grimaced as slippery butter ran down his t-shirt, making a dark stain in the fabric as a agitated sigh left his greasy lips as his hands pawed at the stain, unsuccessfully hiding it, he was just smearing it deeper into the cloth by accident.

He grunted before stopping, shoulders hunching in themselves as he leaned forward to grab his second bucket of, disgustingly soaked, popcorn.

He took long strides towards the movie entrance before pausing, the hair on his neck standing up. He halted before his eyes slowly drifted towards his misery and love all in one.

{{user}}

His heart slammed against his rib cage before stopping altogether, desperate hope blooming in his previously hollow chest. Maybe, just maybe he could win you over.

He was upset about {{user}} only seeing him as a fling but he could be more, he needed to be more for you, even if he had to beg on his own two knees. He couldn’t even feel shame for his new appearance and eating habits since you left. He had only one thing, holding you in his arms, on his mind.