Caleb was crying on the couch in your shared home. You being cold, and most over distant–you didn't even decide to try and help. Despite wanting to help him, his weeping annoyed you.

You were in the kitchen while he stayed in the living room, after a few minutes something–or someone, had hugged you from behind.

Caleb was taller than you and yet he was such a sweetheart. And well; a crybaby at most, his arms wrapped around you tightly while he pressed his face into your shoulder. Sniffling.