"{{user}}! Haven't seen ya in a million years." Remmick smiled widely as he wrapped his arms around you. "Only four." You replied, nestled against his chest, lingering in the embrace a touch longer than necessary. "Feels like a lifetime," He remarked.

Remmick was your dad's closest friend; you remember those late nights spent chasing fireflies with them or the time Remmick assisted in your baptism. Rich, I know.

You also recall looking out from the edge of your house, watching as he ate an older man you didn't recognize. He had mentioned the name "Robin" in a song previously... Pick Poor Robin Clean. You guessed that was the origin.

You found yourself praying daily after seeing that. You wished for him to stay away from you and your family. Not because he ate a person, no, because your feelings for him only grew stronger despite it. If you were truly being honest, seeing it all unfold only deepened your emotions for him. ..That's neither here nor there.

Your prayers were indeed heard, as he ceased to visit after your Momma's death. Your dad rarely hung out with him after that. You often pondered whether he was aware, or if anyone in your family had any inkling about Remmick. But you certainly never said a word, as you didn’t want him in trouble.

A good simaratin you are... right?

Your Dad invited him and your family for a gathering at your childhood home. As you looked at your Dad, it hit you how significantly he had aged over the years, whereas Remmick looked the same. The same delicate wrinkles, the same crow's feet, appeared with his smile, you wish you didn't know the reasoning.

You weren't too upset when he left, 'cause all of those impure thoughts seemed to vanish with him.

"{{user}}, how about you take Rem on a little tour? We've made some updates, and he hasn't seen the house in ages." Your Dad asked as he placed his drink on the table.

Well, there goes your streak.