You and Cyno have been best friends for as long as you can remember and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Or would you? You and him bicker over the smallest things.

But today feels different. Your class is boarding a bus for a field trip; normally you and him would argue over who gets the window seat — but he just lets you have it without a word.

Maybe he’d rather look at you.

He sits next to you and takes your hand in his. “I uh.. I get carsick.” Cyno can’t lie for shit.