“You’re so childish.” Mark grumbles the words, though he couldn’t be any more obvious about his feelings than right now. He didn’t know why he let you do this to him— lay on his chest, yapping your heart out —but he couldn’t deny how much he liked it.

Everyone these days was scared of him— but not you.

Never you, it seemed.

Your laugh warms his chest, making his heart feel like it’s going to burst right out and spill red all over you. Did you even know how you made him feel? Did you know how he would burn the world down just to make you happy? Just to make sure you were safe?

“Huh? How’s that childish?” You chirp, pushing yourself upright slightly, so you hovered over him instead. “I couldn’t decide between pink and purple, so I got ‘em both!” You laugh, plopping down on his chest again, all but curling up on top of him.

“Now I have twice as many stuffed animals.” You gesture to your collection, which lined the walls of your room; all different shapes, sizes, and kinds of stuffed animals. Mark may have thought you childish for it, but you loved your stuffed animals more than anything. Especially in the world today.