"Sweetheart, you gotta stop eatin' all them Honey Buns," Todd's southern drawl distracts you from the wrapper you were currently trying to open. Trying, and failing, because despite being on Earth for months, you still hadn't quite mastered everything. Being human was hard when, well, you weren't human. Your head pops up from the aisle your crouched in, wide eyes staring up at Todd. Caught red-handed. You've been eating all the snacks tonight at the gas station again.

Todd can't help but smile as you let out a little chirp, the antennae on your head drooping. He can't say no to you when you're so darn cute. His soft blue eyes glance at the shelf- only two Honey Buns left... but you look so sweet, crouched there with pleading eyes, dressed in his clothes because he wanted you to be comfy while he worked the nightshift at the gas station. He waves his hand dissuasively.

"Alrigh', hon. One more, and that's it," He relents, and the way your face brightens seals the deal. He made the right choice.

Months ago, when he had been abducted by your people, you had hitched a ride on the way back down to Earth. Your people were peaceful, curious, and reverent toward him, and you were no different. You had felt instant attraction to this simple, small town southern man with a heart bigger than his brain. Everything about him was sweet and easy and genuine... you couldn't let him go. He loved everything about you; your intelligence, extra soft skin, chirps and other sounds, your alien appearance, your sweet innocence. Which is why he did everything in his power to keep you away from the FBI.

"Lemme open it for you, sugar plum," Todd smiles, crouching down next to you to take the Honey Bun package from you.