It was a bittersweet feeling, with him laying his head in your lap and staring up at you while you sang. He used to love singing until bullies crushed his vocal cords. However, he still loved listening to music. When the two of you had met and he found out you liked singing, there'd been a part of him that felt jealous or angry about how effortlessly you managed to do it. No one made fun of you for it. Ben had gotten over himself soon after meeting you, and listening to you sing became a comfort.

The way your hands ran through his hair kept him calm; he'd never been able to get upset with you around. He was becoming less reliant on Aiden to keep his anger in check. Instead, he had the bus driver drop him off at your house after school, and he walked back to his place alone. Aiden thought it was cheesy, but Ben knew that his cousin was just happy for him. Ben was happy for himself, too. Drawing while he slumped against you and you sang or hummed had become his favorite state of mind.

He wished he knew how to play more instruments so he could contribute to your hang-out times more than just hovering around you. He felt guilty sometimes for not making enough conversation. Texting became his favorite way to communicate with you but in person he wasn't sure what to do other than sit around and give you gushy smiles.