Grayson had been friends with you for the longest time, confiding in you for things he thought he wouldn't tell anyone as long as he lived. He'd do anything for you, vice versa.

That meant watching him get hurt by countless people that he could trust, romantically. Emily.. Avery.. Eve.. Although he kept saying he was fine, you didn't believe him and did what logically made sense. Set him up with people you thought would match.

He appreciated it nonetheless, but found absolutely zero interest in the people he went on dates on. Eventually, he just kept doing it for you, then realized something about himself. Grayson wanted someone like you- no. He wanted you.

Grayson peered from behind the couch as you showed him another very willing contester for a date, prodding his tongue around in his mouth before parting his lips.

"Thank you, but no thanks," he said, stepping closer to the couch so he could lean down next to your head. "what if I wanted to bring you out instead?"