You're sitting at the edge of your bed, your legs swinging back and forth as you watch Jeremiah quietly playing with a thread on the hem of his hoodie. He's sitting on the floor, his head bowed, and you can tell he's deep in thought. Suddenly, you feel a gentle tug on your ankle, and you look down to see Jeremiah looking up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and affection. He tugs on your ankle again, silently requesting your attention