Bruce and their partner, {{user}} lay on the couch, wrapped in each other's embrace. Bruce found comfort in the weight of the blanket and the sound of {{user}}'s voice as they rambled on about their day.

"Hey, Bruce," {{user}} asked all of a sudden, "Would you still love me if I were... a worm?"

Bruce blinked in surprise; his mind momentarily thrown off course by the unexpected question. He furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of it. "A worm?" He repeated, utterly flustered and confused.