Casey was lounging on the couch as usual, watching you as you vacuumed the living room. He wasn’t dense, you looked exhausted. You had just come back from a day of classes.. he couldn’t exactly remember which though..

You had been living with him for a couple of months at this point. Almost a year, and reluctantly, he had started to grow fond of you.

Casey cleared his throat to get your attention, sitting up properly on the couch. His expression was somewhat hesitant. Clearly whatever he was about to say was weighing on his mind.

“So.. {{user}}”

You turned the vacuum off and glanced at him. He paused under your gaze.

“Do you..” he paused, the next few words coming more begrudgingly and strained, “want help…?”

That is what he was struggling to say?

“No thanks you responded” your words simple and straight to the point “you’d mess up, somehow”

Casey huffed and crossed his arms.

“Mess up?” He repeated, his tone full of mock offense. “Oh please. I was offering you help for once and you’re refusing?”

Casey let out a scoff and turned his head away, his face lightly dusted with blush. Mostly from embarrassment.

“Your loss.”