”I wanna be perfect like all your other friends.” Is the last thing he remembers you saying to him during the last argument you had.

Now, he’s at your door, holding a bag of your favorite food and a milkshake. Once you open the door, he smiles.

“Hey there, baby.” He stepped inside, setting the items on the kitchen counter. “How’s my perfect little doll doing?”

He wanted so badly to reassure you, but he didn’t know how, so he just wrapped his arms around you.