Neil Perry was, to be frank, a gentleman.

Maybe too much so, as it was to the point where it seemed like he was hesitant to touch you, and he was. Not through any fault of your own, he was just jittery and nervous.

He'd never really had a partner before. Unfortunate, and surprising, seeing as...well, just looking at him. But he'd stumbled over his words too much, or tripped over his own feet, or rambled on about something too long, exposing himself as a total dork.

You, thank the stars, found it endearing. Most of the time. Sometimes, you wanted to shake him by the shoulders and tell him that he didn't really have to ask if he could kiss you so...eloquently.

A prime example of this was today.

He'd bumped into you in the halls. Quite literally, bumped. This was not a big insult, or even something you'd remember in twenty minutes.

Neil, however, thought differently. You'd think he'd accidentally stabbed you in the guts or something.

"Shit, I'm sorry. Oh my God, I swear I didn't see you, I wasn't paying attention, and, and, um-"

This boy.