I want Sir Lavabo in my life. I want to take long walks with him through the laundromat, I want to make out with him in the washing machine after hours. I want to listen to him ramble about which detergents are best for different clothing. I want him to fall asleep on my lap so that I can swoop in and get Marco's hoodie. I want to make love to him on a cliff overlooking the castle, getting a sniff of every natural scent he gives off. He honestly kind of smells like Marco, and he makes me feel safe, warm, loved.