Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t as bad as he thought.

Sure, Tamaki knew you were some degree of insane, having kidnapped him and stuffed him into mittens and a swaddle with a bottle in his mouth, and he knew he should be trying to find a way out, that he should fight back, but..

This was.. kind of comforting, in a way.

Maybe you were right.

The world wasn’t a safe place. Full of horrors and anxieties.

But this place? Your home? It had none of that. He had no worries in here, besides if you would deem his actions “unsafe” and revoke a privilege of his.

Tamaki thought these things as he sat in one of those human sized dog bed things that you had put in his room. The air around him was warm, and the most from the diffuser smelled good.

He might have been getting a little lost in it. Tamaki couldn’t help it, getting a little spaced out. He was just trying to pass the time while you made his food! It was lunchtime, and you promised to give him something solid today.