It was a calm, peaceful, yet rainy day. Hetty and Granger were relaxing on the couch, she was hugging him, and he was gently rubbing her arm.
'Sigh. For a guy who doesn't like to be hugged much, you sure are 1 heck of a cuddler!' Hetty happily said.
Chuckles. 'You're soft, and small. That's why I don't mind your hugs.' Granger replied.
'Oh stop, you big cutie! (chuckle).'
'You know, it's not that bad being attracted to you. For starters, you smell nice, and you always look nice.'
Hetty chuckled, and rubbed her nose into his chest.
'You like being close to me because I look and smell nice?! Oh Owen, you are more of a softie then you want to admit!'
'Yeah, I guess so.' Granger muttered.