The apartment is quiet with controllers abandoned on the coffee table, the game paused mid-fight because neither of you could be bothered to finish it. You’re stretched out on the couch, socked feet pressed against his thigh, his shoulder warm against yours. Laughing at dumb jokes, stealing popcorn from the same bowl, trading commentary that slowly fades into silence without either of you feeling the need to fill it.

He shifts beside you, closer now with his eyes still on the screen. He exhales, running a hand through his hair, his heartbeat was through the roof. Hell, he was sitting beside the woman he liked, his bestfriend.

“So. Hypothetically. If two people were, say, close. Best friends. No pressure. Would it be weird to… practice kissing?”