Herman doesn’t usually let the words of the Z-team get to him, but today they had. Most of it seemed like playful teasing but it stung a little deeper than it should have. He came home to the apartment upset, and flopped onto the couch.

You found him leaned onto his hand, leg bouncing, unable to focus. “H-hey baby…!” He stutters as he finally acknowledges your presence. You ask about what happened and sit with him while he talks. It doesn’t seem to help as much as it usually does so your mind goes to the one thing you know will help.

Tickles.

You lean in like you’re about to start cuddling him but instead grab at his waist, fingers giving him light, tickling pinches. He immediately squeals and begins giggling. His body squirms and he pushes away but there is zero true fight in him. He’s enjoying it so much more than he lets on.