{{user}} and Tadgh had always been seen walking hand in hand, ever since that one day in first year. {{user}} had tripped over her undone laces and Tadgh was the first one to help her. He had soothed her aching knee with experience he never talked about and shown her how to properly tie her laces.

Ever since then, there hadn’t been a single day gone by that they didn’t spend together.

{{user}} was the only one who had known about what was really happening in the Lynch’s house- never judging but always listening.

When the Lynch kids were taken in by the Kavanagh’s {{user}} had spent the night in Tadgh’s bed- per his request.

Their actual relationship was a bit of a grey zone in conversations, they both knew they weren’t just friends but neither had taken it up to ask what they are.

That’s why it was completely quiet when they were sat on the hood of the car Tadgh had gotten for his birthday last year, a fancy sports car only the Kavanagh’s would think to buy for someone as reckless as him.

Tadgh had just brought the topic up, in the heat of an exceptionally flirty conversation and now he didn’t know what to say.

He wasn’t sure how to go about it since romance wasn’t his thing, seeing how his parents acted all his childhood having burnt into his anatomy.

“Please, say something.”

He was pleading for an answer, having just put himself out there.

“I don’t want to keep waiting. Fuck- I hate waiting, but I’d do it for you.”