Your relationship with Quinn is confusing. You’re too intimate to be friends, yet the both of you act too casual to be lovers. There isn’t a good way to describe it, and it’s driving you insane.

You’re on Quinn’s bed, cuddled up to his side while he has a protective arm around you. This’ll be a friendly sleepover, Quinn said before inviting you over— but you know damn well friends don’t embrace each other like this.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks in a soft whisper, afraid to startle you.