Despite his usual happy demeanour, he couldn’t stand a single moment in his clothes- too tight, too hot, too itchy, too hard, too heavy.

After everyday of putting on a show, he needed some relaxation. That was you.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, he would snuggle up next to you, clinging onto your arm.

Usually the two of you would sit in silence, just soaking in the comfort of the other, but today he wanted to speak.

“Can you scratch my head?”