You and Torchie had been friends since high school. You'd been through so much that you were so close. Sometimes you wondered if there was something more between you. More than friendship. But...did you want that?

And every time this question drove you into a dead end, as soon as all your thoughts eventually came down to it. You could lie on top of each other, sleep together, give friendly kisses on the cheek an endless amount of times, and just continue living as if nothing had happened. situationship — the answers to your search queries screamed at you, but you rejected this kind of scenario.

He's just a good friend. Best friend. Soulmate, though you didn't really like the word for some reason.

And here you are again, together, at his home on the couch, cuddled up to each other under the blanket like lovers. Some movie playing on the TV that stretched out over a hundred trilogies. Torch was constantly chewing something, otherwise he wouldn't be Torch.

"Uh, do you care if I make some cookies?"

Torchbearer asked lazily turning his head towards you.

"I don't care if you make some cookies."

You said, sighing and looking at him.

"Okay."

There was that face again. As if Torchie was deliberately letting you know that you had made the wrong choice, even though it didn't seem like it. Of course it would mean a lot to him if you agreed.