He protests and complains. He flails and wiggles. He screams and glares. He is beaten and threatened.
He suffers the craziness I bring to his life. The destruction I cause without even trying. The rivals and complications that follow me.
And I make it worse, because I refuse to bow to the expectations of the society that traps him. I try to show him that I don't care what they think of me, through words and actions. I don't care about them, because I only care about him.
I suffer the daily snubs of the small-minded, weak populace I'm forced to deal with. I endure the forced attentions of the only other member of my tribe. I ignore the snide comments from the others that they don't think I hear or understand...and wouldn't care if I did.
And through it all, one thing keeps me going. With every glomp, with every caress, with every touch, he shows me the only way he can:
He never pushes me away.