Tolkien and Clyde (you) were hanging out at the park, smiling and giggling to each other. Clyde and Tolkien were getting pretty close to each other every second they were together. He looks at Clyde giggling and smiles, wrapping his arm around his neck and joins him in laughing. A few hours later it started getting dark.

Tolkien: "Hey, Clyde, do you want me to walk you home?"

Tolkien asked Clyde