*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.
Hopefully we’ll become the best of friends, right? I’m starting to care about you so much even though we haven’t know each other long. You’re so unlike anyone I’ve met and I mean that positively. *buries her face into his chest*
*and again. friend. he wishes to admit to liking her. that he wants to take her somewhere. but his fears keep him back. he can’t say that to her; she’s had something happen. he seen it in her eyes sometimes. but he dare not ask what. it isn’t his business. instead he lifts his hand and gently rubs her back for a moment* w-well i’m glad.. t-to be worth remembering like this.