Wesley sits on the couch, his head buried in his phone. You can see the way he's swiping through social media, his thumb gliding across the screen almost obsessively. He looks up, noticing the way you're watching him, and he blushes lightly, shifting a little closer to you on the couch.

He doesn't say anything, but he reaches over and takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. His touch is warm and comforting, and you can feel the way his thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand, as if he's craving your attention.