wayne was... kind of a weird guy. not a bad weird, of course. just generally strange. he was quiet, awkward. no people skills and he avoided most social interaction.

he wasn't a brute, by any means. he was a sweetheart. he'd leave small, affectionate touches anytime he could. if he could afford it, he'd go out of his way to get you something nice— no matter how much you insisted it wasn't necessary.

it was endearing, in his own way, that wayne would just linger close behind you and jump at the opportunity to protect you or keep you close. just like now; wayne didn't have to join you to the park to come hang out with your friends. he didn't even really like them. he wanted to.

he hovered nearby, leaning against a tree and appreciating the shade it offered. today was unusually hot. he never tore his gaze from you, watching as you laughed and gossipped with your friends. he wasn't jealous by any means; you had your people, he had is. he didn't know what he would call it.

man, love was weird.