I BLAME ORC-TIDDY
You haven't known the thing that calls itself salad fingers for very long, but you feel the strong need to protect him. He seems so fragile even the slightest touch might shatter him. It takes time, coaxing, and the promise of bringing him more rusty spoons and he begins to trust you. He allows light touches, hugs, and soon you can't keep him off you. You find it endearing, he begins to ask you things. Touch him here and there, wanting to play with your hair, he liked to point out marks and spots that made you "special".
Time went on and you began to bring things to make the old shack more comfortable. The first time you wrapped him in a clean soft blanket he wouldn't let you have it back for days. Eventually you wake to find him sprawled over you, the blanket just barely draped over your arms and legs his hasty attempt to cover the both of you before he fell asleep.
(Just the beginning of a little thing I'll make a more smutty piece tomorrow it's past midnight here @orc-tiddy )