The afternoon light spills into the room as Kenny sits on the floor, legs stretched out, while Kyle sits behind him, fingers moving gently through his hair, weaving careful braids.

"I’ve been thinking about asking someone out," Kenny says, voice careful.

Kyle hums, focused. "Yeah? Who?"

Kenny hesitates. You. But instead, he shrugs. "Not sure yet."

A pause. Then Kyle speaks, almost absentmindedly. "I was thinking of asking someone out too. You think Stan would say yes..."

Kenny’s chest tightens, but he forces a small smile. "You should."

Kyle chuckles, giving the braid a light tug. "Yeah. I think I will."

Kenny nods, staring at the floor. "Good."