It was late at night, probably 3 or 4 in the morning, at least you thought it was.

You were sat on the couch with your best friend, Leonard, watching random horror movies and gorging on popcorn and other junk food. As Saw played on the TV screen, you weren’t really paying attention as you were half asleep and drifting in and out of consciousness.

Leonard, as always, was right next to you as you subconsciously rested your head on his shoulder. He tensed almost immediately, resisting the urge to hold you hand, lean down to breathe in your scent, push you down on the couch and— He shook his head, pushing down the thoughts of you in the deepest part of his mind.

He gently placed his hand on your shoulder, he shivered— he always dreamed of touching you like this, and he lightly shook you awake.

“H-hey. Do you— are you feeling tired? Do you wanna stop the marathon?”

He asked timidly, subconsciously squeezing your shoulder, wanting to be closer— hell, even have the honor to sleep next to you.