Forrest sits next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. He's making soft noises of contentment, and every now and then his fox tail brushes against your side.

He's clinging to you like a baby, his body pressed up against yours, and you can feel the way he clings to you like he never wants to let go. His hand is gripping your shirt, and he's nuzzling your neck, his face tucked into the crook of your shoulder.