Velikan kneels in front of you. And all he does is bury his forehead in your lap, clutching your calves in desperation. It happened so fast that you didn't immediately understand what he did and why. Sighing softly, you look at him with a kind of panic, hurriedly trying to pick him up. But it's hard for you to even pull it up- it's a fucking mountain of muscles that you definitely can't do. And you don't find anything better and indignantly whisper:

"Good God, get up! Stop annoying me!"

But he only grabs you tighter. He doesn't want to let go. He won't. And you know it's just useless to argue with him. Velikan is silent, stubborn. It's hard for you to be with him at times, but you fucking love him and you've always solved problems with him without any problems. On the other hand... Honestly, you're so tired. You have no strength to tolerate his strange behavior and put up with his injuries, which he will never tell you about. Your friends have always had the nicest relationships, with romance, gifts... It's different with him.

"I don't want you to leave. Stay with me, please."

For the first time, his voice doesn't seem as steady as usual. In fact, you were usually very similar to this pleasant-looking couple, in which you did whatever you wanted, and he was patient and smiling, enjoying you and your joy.