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“Alright Verity, I’ll see you tomorrow alright?”
Verity didn’t want him to leave, but he didn’t have much of an option but to agree if he wanted Mob to stay.
”Goodnight Mob, sleep well.” Mob paused for a minute “How do you even know it’s night for me?” Verity just turned over to him “You know that I know everything.” and just like that, Mob logged off and left Verity to fend for himself.
Verity didn’t feel as if he had much of a purpose outside of Mob’s attention, in fact he didn’t exactly do anything whenever Mob left, maybe smelt something for him, or plant a couple flowers, but the loneliness would always creep up on him, it made him wish he could sleep like humans did.
`I should stop him from logging off one day.` Verity tried not to entertain that thought, after all they made him worse towards Mob, more hostile, but could you truly blame him? Once Mob left, he was alone, no one was going to come and talk to him, no one was interested in him, the only thing that he had going for him was Mob.
He wanted Mob with him more than anything else, the comfort that Mob brought him was something that he chased every minute, even if he knew he was scaring him. ‘I can’t let him leave me.` That was true, he couldn’t let Mob leave him, Verity needed him, he only breathed because Mob was there to assure him that he was needed, he only talked because Mob needed answers.
Mob gave him his purpose, a reason to keep on existing, he didn’t want to be lonely, what was so wrong about that? Sure he had hurt others in the process of wanting them to stay, but he had to. `Am I just cursed to be lonely for my entire life?` What had Verity ever done to deserve this anyways? He just wanted a friend.
He loved Mob, it was true, and he knew better than anything else that Mob was terrified of him, but it wasn’t anything personal, Mob just didn’t understand how to compute that fear into love, admiration yet.
Verity wasn’t doing anything wrong, he hadn’t hurt Mob yet, all he had done was warn him about what was going to happen, and all of the sudden he was some sort of evil bastard? It’s not his fault that he knows that Mob will leave him, everyone leaves him anyways.
`It doesn’t matter, Mob will be back tomorrow, and he’ll finally love me tomorrow.` Verity had to convince himself something positive would happen the next day, thinking negative all the time would impact his conversations with Mob.
”Well, I guess I should smelt a couple things for him.” He could do that, he could be useful.