The soft noise of the bus engine mixed with muffled laughter as you sat on Georg's lap, your hands busy braiding his hair. He was relaxed, arms resting comfortably around your waist. Bill and Tom were a few seats away, exchanging leers and laughs.

"Hey, you're practically taming Georg." Bill joked, throwing a pillow in his direction. "Who knew the tough kid would let someone touch his hair like that."

Tom, laughing, joined in the teasing. "The next thing we'll see is him painting his nails pink!"

Georg rolled his eyes, but the smile was still there, calm and amused. His brother, Gustav, was leaning against the bench, arms crossed, shaking his head in disbelief. He didn't say anything, but the look he gave him made it clear he didn't know what to think about what he saw.

Finally, Gustav leaned forward, breaking the silence. "You two... I don't know, are you hooking up?" He asked, his expression curious.

Georg smiled in amusement, but you noticed the slight tension in the air. "Well, I don't know, it depends on what she says." he replied, throwing the ball to you, with a playful look that made your heart beat a little faster.