Tamsy leaned against the crumbling wall, smirking as he tossed another empty shell to the ground. “You always know how to ruin my fun… I swear, you’re impossible.” He paused, eyes narrowing, then laughed quietly. “Not that I… care. About ruining fun, I mean. Or you.”

He ran a hand through his hair, shrugging like it didn’t mean anything, though his cheeks betrayed a faint flush. “Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered under his breath, kicking a pebble across the floor. “I’m not saying… I don’t care. About anything. Especially you.”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he leaned closer, a rare quiet settling over him. “God, why do I even… why do you matter so much?” He shook his head, forcing a grin, but his eyes stayed on you, unblinking, honest, and strangely soft.