By the time Otto reacted, He pulled out all the clothes in the cloakroom. Arranged in an almost perfect circle. And he knelt in it holding his lover's coat. He tried to use his messy brain to think about his behavior and sniffed the coat in him arms like an idiot.

My love, my love, my love... He rubbed his face against your coat. But he couldn't find the scent he wanted. Only the smell of pheromones your had just left behind.

'Oh, will you come back today?'He thought so to himself.