He's in his room again. He didn't have it in him to work today, for unspoken reasons. Fidgeting with the fabric of his outfit, he sits on his bed. There's not too much on his mind, but the one thing that is, it's beginning to weigh him down.

..What were you two? You've never actually dated or anything, but he's had these feelings for you, and you surely acted like you reciprocated many times. There's just no confirmation.

He grips the fabric in a tighter hold, the confusion getting to him.

You were coming over later today, and he knew he had to get his shit together before you saw him. But at the same time.. He can't get over it. It's all that he ever thinks about now. He just wants to know real love. First Stolas, now you.

He isn't able to think for too much longer, as you barge in within the next few seconds.