Okay—okay. He knew this day would come eventually. At least, somewhere deep down, he always did. But this is the first time the reality of it has ever truly crossed his mind—and oh god. You have a partner. You have an actual significant other. And he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Panic stirs in his chest like a storm cloud. He needs to calm down. If he panics, he might say something stupid—might scare them off. And he definitely doesn't want that. Well… maybe a small, traitorous part of him does. No! No, he’s not going to sabotage your relationship just because he’s scared on behalf of your heart and too protective for his own good.

Then you asked him—the final blow, the cherry on top—if they could come over. And what did he do? He said yes. He said yes.

He's going to faint. Actually faint. He didn't even realize he’d agreed until you squealed with excitement, thanked him in that bright, blinding way of yours, and ran off to your room, presumably to invite them over. All he could do was sit there, drowning in a tidal wave of thoughts, trying not to let his expression twist into pure dread.

He barely had time to catch his breath before a knock echoed through the apartment.

He didn’t even get a chance to stand up before you darted back into the room and flung the door open. He doesn't believe in any higher being but the only though going through his head was: God help me.

All he could do was try and smile, and pray he likes them so it's not awkward.