In all the years you’ve been friends with Jeff, you’ve somehow never seen him smile before. At least not fully, he’d always cover his mouth or give a simple grin. “It’s bad enough just normally. Now I have these,” he had said once, pointing to his scars. That all came to a head one night when you were talking and cracked the stupidest joke. He snorted, flashing a wide and open smile like never before. God, he was cute.