It was evening, the door was locked. You and Dee were sitting on the bed, the lights were off, the moon was shining on you through the open window. Wired headphones were plugged into his phone and you were both listening to his playlist, The Foundations of Decay – My Chemical Romance was playing. One earphone was in your ear and the other in his.

At first you were talking a lot and Dee just listened quietly and kept his eyes on you. In an instant his hand came up and rested on your cheek, his thumb lightly touching your lower lip and he looking down at it. "You have something on your lip..." He muttered in the same calm voice and wiped it off with his thumb.

You guys weren't a couple, but you were friends and classmates. Dee hadn't given any signs that he was comfortable with you, until this day. His face was always neutral and calm. He liked you, though he never showed or confirmed it.