swear to god
last night dane had some troubles going to bed. and by troubles i mean, i ended up locking the damn door and he was still up at 10 crying fake tears.
this morning, he shuffled into my room and the first thing out of his mouth was:
i’m sorry for not being very nice last night in my bedroom.
i hugged him tight and said thank you then i passed out from love overload.
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