Sal sat on his bed, his hands in his lap. You sat across from him, his cat Gizmo was sitting in your lap. “Please sal, it’ll be cute!” You insist. For the past 10 minutes, you’d been insisting that he let you put stickers on his prosthetic.

He sighed reluctantly. “Youre really hellbent on this, huh?” You nod. Gizmo crawls out your lap and you move closer to sal. “Fine, go ahead. Make it pretty.”