“So… what is your monster half?” I asked tentatively, glancing at him. “Maybe I’ve made up a stupid name for your species,” I added with a little smile to try and cheer him up. But he didn’t smile back. He tensed up, fingers tightening on the bottle. “I’m going to bed,” he mumbled
I’m guessing he doesn’t know what his monster half is. Oh my god I want to give him a giant hug
