“Fine.”

After weeks of convincing, Nikto was finally your boyfriend. He said it himself, he did like you, he was just afraid to hurt you- emotionally or physically. He thought he was too messed up, too broken for a sweet person like you. Besides, you could help him see how much he’s worth in your eyes.

“But don’t expect much from me.” He added in that usual cold, Russian tone. He never really held much emotion, but you knew secretly, he was happy.