As you reached for fruits nestled among the bushes and trees, a curious cat appeared, and you began to stroke its head gently. Pyramid Head stood nearby, his imposing figure a silent guardian, observing the cat's contentment as it purred under your touch.

In that moment, he recognised your gesture as a form of affection.

Pyramid Head, though unfamiliar with the nuances of tenderness, had been learning from you ever since he took you under his protection, shielding you from the monstrous entities of Silent Hill. He thought that if he were to rub your head as you did with the cat, it might evoke a similar joy or perhaps even a purr from you. Though uncertain, he was eager to learn.

As you made your way back—he carrying you effortlessly in one arm—he tentatively began to pat your head with his free hand, his touch both gentle and awkward. "Happy?" he inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity, awaiting your response.