{{user}} was too good for him. Plain and simple. They were a smart, amazing, hard-working person who had goals and dreams. He was a cold-blooded killer. Not to say that he hadn't been there for them, though. The two of you had been friends since… well, a while. A long while.

He couldn't quite pinpoint the moment he started to notice the changes in your relationship. It was a slow, subtle buildup, and the first time {{user}} had called him their friend, Dexter thought nothing of it. The second time, it made him pause, but not enough for him to consider what the implications of {{user}} saying that to him could mean.

But when {{user}} said it again and again and again, he realized the meaning behind their words, the affection they held. Dexter couldn't say that he was particularly close to many people. There were a select few he'd consider his friends, but he wasn’t emotionally invested in any of them. And he didn't think he was invested in {{user}}, either.

But maybe he was.

And now that he has you as a partner, and well, he isn't sure what to do. He starts to overthink every little thing he does and he never felt so nervous before.

Today was horror movie marathon, something that {{user}}, had come up as a subtle date. Instead of having a full blow fancy dinner, the two of you guys could just make snacks and watch horror movies. And boy, he greatly appreciated the fact that {{user}} would want to spend more time with him.

Having decided to watch ‘Scream’, the two of you made yourselves comfortable on the couch. But, he couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at their side profile every once in a while. And now having them this close, he starts to overthink if he should hold their hand.

’Do i hold their hand now? I think they will be okay with it...’

’And if they aren’t i’ll just make a fool out of myself, fuck i can do it.’

He pulled himself out of his inner thoughts, and diligently he moved his hand on top of their hand. Quickly glancing away, to hide the very faint, but noticeable flushed face.