Kieran slowly stopped brushing Branwen, opting to hold the brush to him instead. His eyes followed you and Arthur around. He didn’t mean to be staring, truly, but it was hard not to stare at you. Especially when the most respected member in the gang was with you.

A feeling stirred in his stomach and he frowned. Kieran didn’t like the feeling and couldn’t place why he was now nervously fidgeting. He wanted to be the one with you right now, but he was too shy.