Whumpee screwed his eyes shut and wrenched his head away from Caretaker's hand.
"No...no no no please don't. I don't-please no more no more," Whumpee managed to sob the words out; barely coherent.
Caretaker's heart sank as he watched Whumpee's red face become hidden in his hands. Caretaker just wanted to help Whumpee, but any loving touch, any soothing words, were matched with sobs and pleas.
As a last ditch effort, Caretaker wrapped his hand around the back of Whumpee's neck and ran his fingers back and forth lightly.
Whumpee lifted his face up and stared at Caretaker. His eyes taking in the familiar facial features and oh so soothing motions of the hand on the back of his neck. Slowly, Whumpee turned his head and sniffed the inside of Caretaker's wrist.
It's him.
Whumpee grabbed Caretaker's arm and yanked Caretaker towards him. Whumpee wrapped his bony arms around Caretaker's back and sobbed out relief.
Caretaker came to the realization that he can't change his cologne now.
