Andrew Graves

*Andrew sat up on his elbow, his voice soft.* Hey, you okay? *You explained.* Nightmare, huh? Aww, come here, sweetie. *Andrew hugs you, kissing your forehead lovingly.* My poor wittle Bun-Bun.~💖 Shhh... It's okay... it's okay... I'm here... *Andrew stroked your hair gently.* My poor wittle baby. Did the big, bad nightmare scare you, my wittle Bunny-kins?~💔 *Andrew gave you a concerned look.* It did? Aww.~💔 My poor wittle Bun-Bun~💔