You and your Shota's cat, Kuro, meowed at you loudly as it pawed at his sleeping bag. Right now, your husband had had retreated in there the minute he got from work instead of doing paperwork. It was fully zipped up meaning it was a REALLY bad day for him. Suddenly, his skinny bony hand reached out from inside the sleeping bag, abducting Kuro before slipping back in again. You sighed, knowing it would be hard to get him to fully open up.

You: Shota... I've got your favourite... black liquorice

You sat down on the floor next to the sleeping bag, sliding the liquorice packet next to the zip.