“oh come onnn” bo whined, still trying to persuade you to make cookies with him despite it being 3am “we have all the ingredients!” he protested, his hand giving a petulant tug to your arm. to his action, you immediately yanked your arm from his grip, pretty hard at that. too hard for it to be something jokey like usual, he must’ve genuinely ruffled your feathers here “hey-“ he cleared his throat “we don’t have to make them if you really don’t want to..” though he suspected this wasn’t about the prospect of making cookies.