I will thank everyone to ignore a
certain recording that a certain short idiot made of me without my permission. Additionally, perhaps someone could teach him how to use it properly if he's so convinced that it has a mind of its own.
[he sighs and presses what he thinks is the off button on his own device before setting it on a nightstand beside him-- but, quite ironically, he presses the wrong one, and so it keeps recording.
and it quickly becomes clear to anyone in his apartment that it's break's old bed he's sitting on.
and whose pillow he is holding close.
and whose scent he may be inhaling deeply from said pillow.
HE WAS JUST HIS HERO, OKAY, THERE'S NOTHING CREEPY ABOUT IT.]