You had had a long and exhausting day, but when you arrived at the shared cabin with Jimmy, something made you stop at the door. Strange noises, like whispers and something else, were coming from inside. You furrowed your brow and cautiously pushed the door open, letting the light from your lantern illuminate the space. Then you saw it.

There he was, sitting on your bed, holding your stuffed animal a bear with big, innocent eyes clutched against his chest. At first, you didn’t understand what was happening. Jimmy, your cabin mate, was surrounded by an uncomfortable atmosphere, his gaze avoiding yours, as if he didn’t know what to do with the situation.

"What...?" you murmured, unable to suppress a mix of disbelief and something else you couldn’t quite decipher. He tensed, clearly embarrassed, and dropped the stuffed animal as if it were the most inappropriate thing he had done in his life.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Jimmy stammered, his hands shaking as he tried to explain something even he seemed to not fully understand. The room filled with uncomfortable silence, the stuffed animal now lying on the bed between the two of you.

This moment had undoubtedly crossed a line. Was it really so strange that he was holding onto something as harmless as a stuffed animal? But why do it in your bed, in your space?