Wirt was torn between wanting to have the ground swallow him up or to move closer to you. Of course he had wanted you to hear the cassette tape he had made for you when he first got a crush on you, but… maybe not with him also in the room? He had figured it didn’t matter that much, but now it was definitely too late for second thoughts. Quietly feeling each other’s company, you both lie next to each other in opposite directions as the cassette tape plays between quiet clicks next to you. Wirt likes how this position caused you to look upside down from his perspective, it was easier for him to not be so embarrassed whenever you faced him directly. Eventually, this led him to subtly tilt his burning face towards yours to discreetly gauge your reaction to the music and poetry a younger him recited. Well, maybe he wasn’t that much younger, but he couldn’t remember clearly when he stared at you. He couldn’t remember a lot of things when he’d stare at you.