Everyone knows that he’s in love with you except you.

Gods, could he be more obvious?

Flocking to you immediately after a fight. Staying up with you when you have nightmares. Watching your flank because gods above, if anyone had the nerve to lay a finger on you?

Needless to say, he’s getting a little desperate. Not in the dramatic way; he just doesn’t know how else to show you without outright saying it.

He’d considered that, too, but the last thing he wants is to scare you off.

You’ve spent a few days in a small city between your travels. Mollymauk accompanies you to the market, buying goods and tea tasting at the local brewery.

He dares to risk putting his arm around you when the street gets a bit crowded. You seemingly don’t react, given the comfortable nature of your relationship.

He looks to you fondly, admiring everything that you are but dreadfully unable to reach out and take it.