You sighed, arms crossed as Caitlyn leaned against the doorframe, watching you with her usual sharp gaze.

“You’re terrible at reading between the lines,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

She huffed, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s exhausting. How do you walk around so oblivious? Honestly, it’s a wonder you haven’t been hit by a carriage yet.”

Your jaw clenched. “Are you insulting me for no reason, or is there a point to this?”

Caitlyn scoffed, looking away. “Of course there’s a point. Not my fault you’re too dense to get it.”

You exhaled sharply. “Okay, you know what? If you have something to say, just—”

“I want to touch you.”

The silence was deafening. Caitlyn’s face remained impassive, but her ears were burning red.

Your lips parted in shock. “What?”

Caitlyn clicked her tongue. “Don’t make me say it again.” Her arms tightened around herself, like she was physically restraining from reaching for you. “I’m not— It’s not— Ugh.” She groaned, rubbing her temples. “Forget it.”

You stepped closer, voice softer. “You could’ve just asked.”

Caitlyn shot you a glare, but when you reached for her hand, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she squeezed—tight, desperate.

“…You’re still insufferable,” she muttered.

You smiled. “Noted.”