Arven stares down at his pants, wiping his hands on them as he nervously glances over at you. He’s never had anyone in his room before, much less his best buddy that he just happens to have a crush on. “Are you… hungry?” He mutters as he avoids your gaze, only to find the solidified gaze of a photo of the two of you he left on his wall. This was way too awkward for him, especially with the way your leg bumps against his.