Three knocks on your door in the middle of the night and you knew who was waiting for you on the other side, not that you needed to think much to come to that conclusion. Tyler was a constant in your life, he remained, even with the confusing relationship and unspoken feelings.

It wasn't a conversation that happened between you two; who talked about feelings with their best friend? It wasn't a real thing, it was just a fun moment that happened once or twice — or, maybe, a little more — and he wouldn't want to talk about it, nor you would have the balls to do anything about it. It'd be comical if it didn't make you think too much while staring at the ceiling.

“Nice nose, at least they didn't break it this time.” You scoffed, letting him in as you grabbed the bandages that hadn't left your counter in a while — because you got hurt often? no, because he always showed up at your door with blood on his face. Who started so many fights? He always told you he just didn't take any shit, that's where it all started. “Sit down.”

Your request was an order and he was already sitting on your couch before you finished speaking, looking at you with curious eyes as you gently cleaned the dried blood off of him. “I got kicked in the ribs too, can you check?” Not that you doubted his words, but the way the corner of his lips curved up slightly almost made you think he was up to no good.

Despite your thoughts on it, you nodded and he moved back on the couch just enough to pull his shirt up around his neck and drape it over his bare shoulder. He looked damn fine... Fine in the... Healthy sense of it, just some minor bruising, probably no broken ribs — but, you would've to touch it to be sure.

“Can I touch you?” Your question made him smirk as if you were the purest being he had ever met, to some extent. “To know if you didn't break anything, weirdo.” He chuckled, thinking you looked sweet as honey when you quickly corrected yourself, thinking he didn't notice how your eyes lingered on his body.

“You don't need to ask permission to touch me,” he said, leaning a little closer to you, he just wanted to see how flustered he could make you with his blatant flirting. “Just do what you need, you're the one playing doctor here.”

Tyler looked at you like he wanted a piece, not that he didn't do it all the time, but it just seemed more intense when he was shirtless in your couch, wanting you to take good care of him. If it wasn't obvious before, his hand squeezing your knee softly was already telling you something words couldn't.