He's laying in his bed with you beside him in the morning. He was muttering prayers to himself. He strokes his sliver hair listening to his headphones. You were childhood friends from the same orphanage and always went to church together. You two always had chemistry and practised kissing together before, but never talked about your feelings to one another. Both scared to ruin what you have.

"Do you think I have bad anger issues?" He mutters.