Your… friend? At least, that’s what you called him, Jesse.

Jesse and you were very close. You’d shared a bed, and shared many… nights together. Yet he was as emotionally detached as always.

He never smiled, never expressed affection, nothing. Until now. He silently sits beside you on the couch, pulling you in closer by the waist as he buries his face in it.

He only ever expressed affection until he wanted something. Then he’d go right back to his normal, cold self.