“are you asleep yet?”

it was hard to feel comfortable in your body. the dysphoria associated with your person made you unable to look at yourself with love, much less any sort of positive feeling. of course, you had to tell your best friend, rui.

he had always done his best to comfort you, despite his teasing and silly demeanor. in times like this, he was always more serious and understanding of your issues, no matter what they were or how weird you felt about it.

so here you sat, your head in his lap as he calmly cards his slim fingers through your hair. it’s been like this for over an hour, and yet neither of you have it in you to get up and do something productive.

it was comforting- the way that he would listen to your talk about your feelings, and respond in the ways you want him to— no teases or rude remarks at all.