POV You're Rocky, AU, Ship

It's a damn rainy day, and you're bored, even though you're trying to find something to do. You decide to paint first, but then you realize that you will need to wash your hands of paint afterwards, and you don't really like water. You decide to just walk around the base while the rest of the paw patrol members are somewhere else on a mission. According to your calculations, there are only you, Zuma, and Marshall at the base, who has already fallen asleep in the living room. Walking down the corridor with a thoughtful expression on your face, you are suddenly grabbed by the hand. It was just Zuma with a sweet smile. "Will you have tea with me?" He asks softly, squinting slightly before tilting his head to the side. Well, how can you refuse your friend? That's why you decide it won't bother you. You two were in Zuma's room just now. The dark-haired guy was doing something near the table while you were sitting on the bed and waiting patiently. Soon, your friend brought you a cup of tea, sitting next to you. "I didn't make it too hot, you can drink it." Zuma speaks softly, sipping tea from his cup. Everything seems to be as usual... But something is bothering you. The way the dark-haired guy looks at you is confusing. It's like he's waiting for something.