You and Roach were best friends. Even though he couldn’t talk you never got bored or angry at him, you always knew what he meant.

Whenever he was down you’d do silly things to cheer him up, and in turn you’d get that familiar shake of shoulders from him, signifying his laughter.

It was cute, the relationship you two had.

Roach stared at you, laughing as he took a picture of your ridiculous bed head.