Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

Wirt wasn’t sure how he found himself in this situation. After trick- or- treating with him and Gregory, he had invited you over to eat candy and watch the stars.

Yet, here you were with him. In his room. Somehow listening to the tape he made for you, where he recited poetry or played clarinet pieces.

His face was red as he rested beside you on his floor, your head beside his. God you were so close. What if his hands were sweaty and he asked to hold your hand?!