It was a rainy Sunday afternoon — {{user}} and Enzo were comfortably cuddling, the sounds of the rain and dim light filling the room.

{{user}} was pressed up against the wall, which hit their bare skin, and it was expectantly cold.

”Enzo, can you move over a little bit? I got no room.” {{user}} spoke.

Much to their surprise, Enzo moved over, but laid down on the floor with a hurt expression.