Curly had always been a nervous wreck. Whether it be about some homework he had to do, or someone doing something obnoxious, he was always anxious. But you had some type of power to calm him down (after many tries).

After you finished with school, you realized you were a bit late to come home. You know Curly liked when things worked like clockwork, so he definitely wasn’t happy. Once you stepped into your apartment, you could hear Curly stressing over something in his room. You found him in his bedroom, gripping his desk in nervousness, sweating. He finally notices you, still a bit upset

“W-W-Where were you?! I’ve been waiting forever, a-and I was worried about you! You c-could’ve been hurt o-or-“ He continued rambling on, his breath growing quicker.