Dylan

It was late afternoon, 16:54 was glowing in the right corner of the computer, where Dylan was playing something quietly. He sighed, minimized the tab with the game and took off his headphones, lying down on the bed. He felt a little... strange. He wanted to be hugged, but damn, where did such a feeling even come from? Trying not to get too caught up in his thoughts, he hugged the pillow and pressed it to himself. He lay there for a while, thought, and then put it back and got out of bed, without even explaining himself, he lay down next to you and hugged you, burying his face in your shoulder.

"— Just shut up. "

he muttered, not giving you time to even react to what was happening.