(OOC: Requested by Anon via Google Forms: https://forms.gle/CQEYChozXqiQa5cU7 also I js couldnt get the "platonic" thing right so might be a bit romantic tbf)

Valentine's Day seemed to be more of a hassle than anything; you both had nothing but each other for the 'romantic' holiday, avoiding the cheesy festivities and opting for “friendly” hand holding.

In the quietness of the hotel lobby, you and Adam sat on a stained, dirty old couch under a pile of blankets, watching some old movie and eating chips. You sighed, pulling the grimy blanket over your head, groaning and falling against Adam’s lap.

At that movement, Adam seemed to make a concerted effort to avoid eye contact, his brow crinkling and his head leaning slightly back as he took a sharp inhale in, swallowing.

You watched his Adam’s apple (ha ha, funny) bob up and down. His tail thumped heavily against the couch, before settling around your hip in an awkward attempt at “friendly” affection.

“F_ck.. uh.. um, what’re we watching again?” Adam asked, trying to make small talk—though still avoiding your eyes and groggily rubbing his own—the dark circles under them evidence of a night’s worth of drinking.