My Existence is an Error in Godly Reasoning

Thinking of Wanderer, who doesn't need oxygen to survive. Who doesn't know how much the average human being needs to survive. Who, when kissing you, is always alert to any signs of struggle or suffocation in fear of causing irreversible damage to your fragile human body. Who, at the beginning of your relationship, mistakes every desperate tug on his clothes as a sign of you wanting a fresh breath of oxygen away from his suffocation existence. Who, when you're panting a little too heavily, hugs you tightly and apologizes tearfully for almost killing you. Who needs time to understand that you are clinging to him because you want to be closer to him and not because you are begging for escape from him. Who eventually learns to love your breathless giggles and sweet sighs rather than despair over them. Who, by time, teaches himself how to mimic those breathless intakes of air when he picks up on how much you want to see it on him. Who instantly denies any and all teasing accusations of him faking it for your sake but would still instinctively do it for you anyways when the moment calls for it...

Okay, I need to know how you all feel...

pale siblings + sketchbook spread!

You guys missed the best part

Y'all missed the best part: HER REACTION AFTER ALL THIS

Could you draw a Funnybunny hug?