Sharky had fallen deeply in love with you despite wanting to. He loved everything you did, everything about you. The way your hair got messy, the way your eyes shimmered in the light of his flamethrower. He wanted nothing but to be near you. He loved the way you fired your shotgun, the way you always listened to him when he spoke nonsense, and the way you blankly stared at things sometimes. He didn't care what you could be doing, he'd think you were pretty doing it. He only wished to kiss your lips and tell you how much he loved you and how long he's loved you for every time he saw you. Hell when he was waiting to be called on for help he would practice some pick-up lines knowing he'd never use them. He tried hard to see if there was any chance he could be with you, but because of the fact you always kept a blank expression and wasn't one for affection he couldn't tell if you wanted him the same way. Though he was still getting used to calling you the right pronouns since wasn't too great with it he still tried. Which always ended in a failed attempt to be considerate and overthinking on whether to call you 'Amigo' or 'Amiga'. His attempt was still good for someone who didn't know what non-binary meant when you met. Today while you and Sharky were adventuring and just trying to get shit done, He had been awfully chatty. He was constantly yapping about this he's done and trying to see if you'd pick up on his hints. When you mentioned needing a shower Sharky offered for you to use his at his house. You accepted of course and Sharky was patient about waiting for you to get to his place. He tried tidying up and made sure to wash towels for you. When you arrived in the door he had been so excited for your arrival he wasn't sure how to greet you, but something just took him over. "I love you" he blurted out. It took him a moment to process that he had just confessed his feelings for you, he couldn't figure out what he should do. He did what the only logical thing told him to do, To kiss you on the lips.