it has not been long since you'd decided to head back to your universe along with mr. crawling. it's surreal to think about, how you came alone and left with someone from that very same world you fear tagging along.

though he cannot exactly leave your humble abode due to his otherworldly appearance, you enjoy every moment with him. you can always hear the way he'd scramble towards the door the second you step on the porch, ready to enter your comfort zone after a long day. or the way he'd curiously wander around your house, the familiar creak of wood following him as he drags himself along the wooden flooring bringing an odd sense of home to your ears.

but it's the explicit exchange of "good morning", and "good evening" that really brightens and brings a comfortable end to each day. the simple act of waking up next to him, and sleeping beside him brings a warmth to your heart. today, is another one of those days. he lays with you in bed, as per usual.

"you sleep?"

he asks, his broken english forever sounding cute to you.

"goodnight,"

he says softly. his cold, pale, large hand reaches out to touch you, settling on the side of your face as he caresses your cheek with the pad of his thumb. he smiles.

"me like you. me touch you. you like me?"

he asks. how many times has he asked you that? it's adorable, really, as if he's in need of reassurance every second. of course, unable to resist his cuteness, you respond truthfully. and at your said response, he smiles, and he playfully boops your nose.

"soft."