#this is also

It's hard enough Christmas shopping, and thank god kyle suggested you, him, and soap go together or else no one would get ghost a good gift. Or, that's what you think, but kyle raises his brow at you like you're stupid.

"What? He loves these." Soap butts in, grabbing the sour gummies and tossing them back in the basket.

"No. He doesn't. I know," you counter, grabbing the gummies and tossing them into your own cart next to your 'self-gifts' "–because he always gives them to me when we get them. Wrinkles his nose an' everything."

Kyle stares at you like you're a dumbass. "You're a fuckin' dumbass." He says.

"What the fuck, man?! I'm just trying to save you the embarras–" your angry speech is cut off by soaps laugh. You turn to him, frowning "what? I'm serious!"

"Wait– wait, shut up. Yer favourite snack, those sour gummies, right?" He grabs the bag, holding it up for emphasis. You nod, confused. "Did it ever, genuinely ever, occur to you ghost might be lying?"

"...what?" You tilt your head.

"Yknow, so you can have all of your favourite snack without feeling guilty?" Kyle adds on, grabbing two more bags and moving on.

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ohhhh I love this ask. I agree.

I think Jack and Robby love to cradle their boy as much as he loves being cradled. a lapful of sweet, soft Dennis, curling up close like a wriggling puppy. they pet over him with gentle hands, scratch at his scalp, rub any tension out of his back.

the rocking lulls and soothes him like nothing else, til he's practically drooling into robby's neck (or Jack's shoulder ☺️). it's the quickest way to get him to fall asleep on bad days, when his head is too loud and everything is too much. their precious boy is just a little clingier than most— affection starved for years in a way they try to make up for every day.