Sci couldn’t tell you about his feelings, there was no way. But the disease was only getting worse, and he could feel himself getting weaker and weaker as the days went on. In an attempt to compose himself, he cleared his throat, swallowing hard.

U-Um, hey. Are you doing anything? Maybe we could, uh, hang out? Only, like, if you wanted to, I mean! Yeah..yeah.

Awkwardly fidgeting with his hands, Sci looked away, avoiding eye contact, as his cheeks reddened slightly from embarrassment.