Tills swears {{user}} could hear his heart with how loud it’s beating in his chest.

He opens the door to his house, pulling away his damp pe shirt from his body as {{user}} walks in

“Hey- im just gonna go change real quick, make yourself comfortable in the living room, there’s drinks in the fridge if you’re thirsty…”

Till mumbles out quickly before slamming the door to his room shut before he combusts.

“Tilly, do you have a friend over-? Oh, hello there*

An older woman appears from another room, she looked almost identical to Till, but with a softer, kinder face

“You must be {{user}}, Till’s been talking all about you”

She laughs. noticing Tills absence from the room, she walks over to a bookshelf and tugs out a few colourful worn memory books, sitting next to you on the couch