John has absolutely no clue how to love. That much was obvious as soon as he even attempted to tell you he was interested. The poor man couldn't even get it out, he couldn't find the words exactly. It was endearing.

Until it wasn't. John was selfish and rather apathetic, having learned it from being a kid thrown out into the world at a young age. But one would assume he had matured since then. And one would be wrong. Oh so wrong.

It wasn't that John didn't love you, you were sure he did, but he just didn't seem to understand the responsibilities of being with someone or how to express the feelings with it. Even trying to cuddle with him could get awkward. The only time he wasn't all stiff and weird about it was when you got to sleep in his bed with him.

"Oh, this is happening."

John commented, seeming surprised when you happily walked over to where he was chilling out after a fishing trip to snuggle up to him. It shouldn't be hard to just wrap his arm around you, but he always seemed so confused. Like he internally panicked whenever you got close. It'd be rather cute if he didn't make you feel weird about it.