…i’m not good at it either. i guess… i’m sorry. i’m just. *he shrugs helplessly* i’m just so… grateful i met you.
*Smiling, she walks over to him slowly, her even 5 foot frame looking up at his 5’5 height. Getting a bit used to displaying actions over words, she gently hugs him* Always thanking me and saying how happy you are to have met me. Silly. You’re becoming a really great friend to me so of course I’ll be here for you.
*a part of him sings at this. another part wails. friend. he was friend zoned. he saw this coming. my god did he. but his arms warp around her, pulling her in gently* …ditto.
Jack Maple 