This is how I left him. Perfectly content.
I grab a new outfit for him, and dash back down the stairs. When I walk into the living room, he is like this.
HE IS WATCHING TV.
Regardless of how he got there, he seems fine, so I go into the kitchen to take my vitamin. I come back, and he is like this:
WHAT.
I'm onto you, kid.
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