"Thank you for helping me, Mocha," Sebastian sniffles, inviting Mocha into his home. He trudges towards his bed, pulling out the soggy letter from his pocket. He holds it, staring at it for a few moments in thought.
"I only wanted to make sure you're alright."
Sebastian shakes his head, snapping himself out of his daze. Straightening the letter, he leaves it in the drawer of his bedside table. Stepping out of his shoes, he dresses in a pair of white socks, tucking himself into bed. "I mixed myself a brew earlier to heal but it takes up a lot of my energy. I'm sorry I won't be able to speak to you much," Sebastian rubs his red-rimmed eyes. Mocha shakes her head, carrying a chair to his bedside.
Mocha brings the blanket up to his hip, patting him on the legs lightly. "I had one thing to tell you before I go."
"Oh?" Sebastian whuffles, tilting his head. "What is it?"
Mocha takes a deep breath, raising her gaze to him. "I like you."
