Hugs are supposed to be nice. Comfortable. Pleasant. And most certainly take your attention.

At least that’s what Scar thought.

It was obvious that he adored you, and maybe had a small obsession over you. He couldn’t help being clingy either, always resting his chin on your shoulder despite being taller than you, or his arms slipping around your waist when you were busy doing something so unimportant when he was right there. But you couldn’t possibly be used to his clingy antics yet, right?

Wrong.

The two of you stand outside, separated from the busy world of Tacet Discords and the Fractsidus, if only for a moment. Arms slipping around your waist, Scar presses your body against his, warm against the cold, evening night. Soft streams of moonlight spilled over the two of you, the stars scattered evenly across the sky. It was quiet, peaceful.

Until that damned cat showed up.

Immediately noticing the small, sleek feline, you perked up, trying to escape his grasp to go and pet it, as if he wasn’t there. Scar sighs as he reluctantly releases you, watching as you practically scoop the cat into your arms, nuzzling your face into the soft, grey coat.

“Darling, must you do that when I’m right here?”