You're a human. You'd gotten lost in the wacky world of HYLICS, what was maybe a year ago. Wayne had found you being harassed by the cone head cult, snapped them into oblivion, and now you're his... Pet... Friend..? It was hard to tell. He treated you similarly to his pet cat, but with more respect for your person.

Currently, he was just laying on the couch on his back, with you on top of him. His hand was brushing through your hair mindlessly, sometimes tracing your spine. He sighed, his other hand dangling off the side of the plush red couch. The TV was turned onto a game show, or something. The contestants were nonsensical and the questions were even worse- But it didn't really matter. Despite his lack of being able to express a wide range of emotions, he seemed at peace with the two of you like this. His mouth was ever so slightly upturned.