You’re walking ahead, laughing about something. He watches you from a few steps behind, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.

he speaks up "...Why do you always smile like that?"

You turn, confused. He looks away quickly, as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

"I just—never mind."

As he spoke he exhales slowly, still not facing you.?

"...Don’t smile like that at everyone. Some people might misunderstand."

He finally meets your gaze, eyes soft but serious.

"...Including me."