You remind him of his mother. You, his girlfriend, wonderful {{user}} that made him food when he wasn't taking care of himself and took care of his neck wounds. Wonderful {{user}} that gave him sweet words and hugs and got clingy when she's tired, that made him feel wanted. Oh gosh damn it, you made him feel special. Safe. Just like mommy did. You'd simply brush off this current predicament as him being sweet and needy- him strewn across you on your shared bed, his head on your chest as you watch some random movie on his television. Your hand rested on his head, and he was so relaxed you almost thought he was asleep. "Mommy..." He all of a sudden mumbled faintly, hiding his face in your chest his cheeks turning red.