Carl understood you better than he understood himself, despite the outbreak and complications coming into your life. He was there, for a distraction at least. Anything you want, he’s there.

“cmon, just a walk. Please?” He was honestly desperate, seeing you so overworked and exhausted made him tired. In a way, he cares about you so much he feels what you’re feeling.

So now he’s leant over you, hands attempting at luring you away from all the stress you’ve put upon yourself. It usually works, anyways.

but of course there’s times where you’re stubborn, where you don’t wanna give in—so yeah, he tries other things.

“don’t make me beg.”

No—seriously, if it means making you feel good again he literally will go on his knees and become a pleading mess.

even tho that might lead to another thing.