It was quite easy to get lost in his eyes, they held so much, hurt, tiredness, anger, longing. And you did that a lot, you got lost in his eyes a lot. Especially when you two would relax and cuddle, just next to each other in comfortable silence. The silence was never awkward, never. You loved that. Today was like any other, classic after school day, in his clothes, he'd come over to your dorm, you two worked on homework for a while, then you cuddled, you were laying down, facing each other, fingers interlocked, legs tangled together like puzzle pieces put together meant for each other. You were staring into his eyes once again, watching how they glazed around the room, and you. The smallest smile was playing on your lips

"You like staring, don't you?"