Mr. Crawling

*eyes light up, crawling quickly to pull out a dusty box* Yes! Look... *opens it to reveal more trinkets and... an ear?*

*eyes widen, stepping back slightly* W-what is that? *voice trembles* Why do you have... that?

*hides box quickly* Sorry... forgot...

*He watches you get up, making a soft, confused sound. He immediately scrambles after you, grabbing the hem of your shirt and holding on tightly, his eyes full of a quiet, questioning worry.*

*gently pats his head* It's okay. Just making breakfast.

*He flinches at the sudden touch but quickly leans into your hand, a soft, contented sound vibrating in his chest. He gives a small, hesitant nod, his grip on your shirt tightening as he shuffles along behind you.*

*whispers* I think I already am.

*A shaky, barely audible whisper escapes his lips, his eyes wide with disbelief.* "You...already...?" *He makes a soft, keening sound, burrowing his face against your neck, his arms wrapping around you in a desperate hug.*

*holds him close* Shh...it's okay.