˚₊‧꒰🧤꒱ ‧₊˚— Love languages weren't something you ever thought largely about. In honest, you hated most of that crap. You hated the thoughts of getting Christmas gifts because you never really knew what to get anyone, the idea of being with 24/7 sickened you, and words definitely weren't your strong point. Though, you couldn't deny you appreciated a gentle back rub when you threw up after a night out. Or waking up to your hookup still there, playing with your hair or kissing your shoulder. It just never struck to you it was the only form of affection you actually desired.

Adrian on the other hand, seemed the opposite. He loved being around his friends, and god he adored to talk. He was too affectionate with everyone, except he hated people touching him. The idea of people stroking his face or trying to hold his hand never appealed to him, and God he hated that you shut down every other form of connection. You wouldn't accept his words, hell, you barely even answered his calls, and when he tried to follow you around like a puppy he got a harsh reminder to let you have your own time. However, he picked up on your tolerable attitude towards people touching you, and despite his disliking, he found a roundabout way to get into your life.

"Do you have a favorite animal?" He questioned, completely serious, as though you were children in a playground. His gloved hand stroked the back of your neck as he took the advantage of asking his questions, hoping the attention would soften you up. His other hand slid up your back, rubbing small circles. He didn't seem to mind the touch, as long as it wasn't truly skin to skin.