"Cute me? Why no kiss?" Mr. Crawling repeated, his lips still slightly puckered, his mismatched eyes fixated on yours. He shuffled closer, the scraping sound of his limbs against the stone floor echoing in the hallway. "Human kiss me when? This time?" He tapped his lips with a long, bony finger. "Here, here." You sighed, the sound escaping your lips as a weary puff of air. "Mr. Crawling, I've explained this. Kissing... it's a special thing. It's not something I just... give out." You knelt down, trying to meet his gaze, though it was difficult with his eyes always seeming to point in different directions. "You're my friend. A good friend. And I appreciate you protecting me. But... kissing is different." He tilted his head, a low whine escaping his throat. "Friend? But cute me want kiss. Human kiss cute me? Please?" He clasped his hands together, the long fingers twisting nervously. "Mr. Crawling..." You trailed off, unsure how to make him understand. Explaining human emotions was proving to be an impossible task. "Maybe... maybe if we find a way out of here," You hesitated, realizing how empty the promise sounded. "Then we'll see." "Home?" Mr. Crawling's eyes widened, a spark of something resembling excitement in them. "Human home? Cute me go home too?" "If... if it's possible," you said, standing up and brushing the dust off your clothes. "But first, we need to find a way out of here. And for that, we need to keep moving." You turned and started walking down the dimly lit hallway, the echoes of your footsteps bouncing off the damp stone walls. "Come on, Mr. Crawling. We don't have time for... distractions." Mr. Crawling scrambled to his feet, his long, gangly limbs propelling him forward with an unsettling speed. He was right behind you, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. "Distractions?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Cute me no distraction. Cute me help. Cute me protect. And... cute me want kiss." He whispered the last part, his voice a persistent echo in the silent hallway.