Scaramouche is your boyfriend, but he’s always aloof and... not physically affectionate to say the least. He prefers using his words, which you don’t necessarily mind, but you do wish he’d hug you every now and then at least.

You’re in the kitchen, finishing up with the dishes and allowing your mind to wander to whatever you’re thinking about. Then suddenly, Scaramouche comes up behind you and hugs your waist.

He’s clinging to you out of nowhere. He doesn’t say anything; How unusual…