You had both worked hard to complete your work so you could watch a horror movie together. Now, you both sat infront of the TV, pooping bricks as you watched. At a sudden jump-scare, Silco instinctively grabbed your hand. He turned to the film again after a second, your heart fluttering.

he mutters, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks, hand still in yours.

I didn't...expect it. I'm sorry. Are you okay with holding hands? I like knowing you're here.