you're the token cinnamon roll newsie. you and albert are super close- joined at the hip, basically, despite the very differing personalities. what he doesn't know? his crush on you is reciprocated.

it's a slow day. you're sitting there reading one of the papes you guys are trying to sell, and he's just watching and admiring you. he has no idea how he's convinced the cutest, purest little guy ever to follow him around, but he is not complaining at all. you lean your head on his shoulder and suddenly his brain almost breaks, but he tries not to show it.

"pfft- comfy?"