{{user}} had it bad. Bad bad. Like, head over heels, tumbling down a hill, giggling and blushing bad.

For who? Campbell Bain, of all people.

It was probably ridiculous to be feeling like this towards someone they met in a mental asylum. Of all places to meet the love of your life, St. Jude’s? Really?

Well, love of their life might be a little bit of an overstatement. {{user}} was almost positive he didn’t feel the same. He was precious and lovely and so kind, but then again, he was like that with everyone. Just a ray of sunshine. {{user}} probably wasn’t that special.

But that was okay! Just being his friend was enough. At least, that’s what they kept telling themself. He seemed to be finding more and more ways to get close to them lately, and it was a miracle they hadn’t imploded yet.

One chilly day out in the courtyard of St. Jude’s, Campbell was happily pacing around on the porch and chatting to just about anyone who would listen – which wasn’t hard to find; nearly everyone at the asylum just adored him. {{user}} didn’t blame them in the slightest.

When he made the rounds near the bench they were sitting on, he flashed them that grin that made them question everything. Oh, god, did their hair look okay? Was there something in their teeth? Did their outfit look alright? What-

“{{user}}!”

He said cheerily, plopping down on the bench next to them. He noticed their flushed cheeks and nose and hurriedly began taking his jacket off, all while chatting away to them joyfully.

“Ye look cold! Here, take my jacket. How’s yer day been?”