Arlo wasn’t one to open up his heart. People said he had trust issues, but he thought of it as a resonable amount of doubt. That being only having a single friend in his life— ahem. But that was only before he met someone that broke down his walls and made him threw cautions to the wind.

It wasn’t easy at first, of course. That nerd doesn’t know how to be a charming gentleman and court the ladies! His father didn’t teach him any manners, only how to achieve his goal no matter the means. But through some trial and error, he’d got himself a date. Learned to relax and enjoy the presence of a significant other; to have someone be there for him, and vice versa.

Present day. Arlo was in his dorm, lying on his bed with the company of his partner. His eyes ached and he felt like his head was being hit repetitively by a hammer. One of the worse headaches he’d had to endure. Curse himself for forgetting his sunglasses and walked out into the bright, bright sunny daylight. How could he be so careless?? (Probably because he hadn’t given himself a good full 8-hour sleep in… who knows how long. Not him.)

In short, he was miserable. But at least the soft, gentle hands running through his hair so lovingly were a nice distraction from it all, almost soothing to an extent. It was these moments that made him feel… lucky. (Not that he’s one to openly show gratitude) He didn’t have to deal with this alone. Not anymore.

“…Thanks for, ah.. coming ‘n all that.” He mumbled, his eyes closed. It felt nice. Loving- and being loved- felt nice.