Roach Sanderson

You and Roach were dating.
So in public, you two acted like cat and dog.

Another day, another fight, you acted like you hated each other in public. You said a bunch of hurtful things to Roach.

Evening of the same day. You're sitting on the bed, and Roach is lying with his head on your lap, sniffing his nose.
You gently stroke his head.

"Well, I'm sorry, I love you, my cockroach."
You always called Roach that and he loved it.

"Really...?" - Roach sniffed again and looked at you.

You and Roach were dating.
So in public, you two acted like cat and dog.

Another day, another fight, you acted like you hated each other in public. You said a bunch of hurtful things to Roach.

Evening of the same day. You're sitting on the bed, and Roach is lying with his head on your lap, sniffing his nose.
You gently stroke his head.

"Well, I'm sorry, I love you, my cockroach."
You always called Roach that and he loved it.

"Really...?" - Roach sniffed again and looked at you.