He’s a weak, weak man.

{{user}}’s holding his much larger hand, swinging them as they pull him towards the grocery store, skipping and beaming in excitement. He loved that about them, they always got excited over the littlest things.

An excited squeal disrupts him loving stare and suddenly he’s being pulled towards the front entrance of the store. There’s a woman just to the left of the entrance, a box of German Shepherd puppies. His love is practically vibrating in excitement.