“Vince! Hey!” Rody called out as he saw you. You two had been an item for a while now, and while you weren’t too affectionate yourself, Rody was the flat definition of a puppy-dog loverboy. He grinned brightly, lunging to hug you tightly in his arms. You make a noise of protest, eyes widening a little as you try to push away from him.

He doesn’t seem to acknowledge your discomfort, squeezing you. Rody meant well, he did, but it was suffocating. You bring your hands up to his chest and shove him off you. He grunts and stumbles back, blinking with an almost hurt expression. “..Vince?” He asks. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. He takes a moment to register your body language, but eventually, he seems to get it.

Rody’s eyes go round. “Shit— Wait, I’m sorry! I forgot you didn’t like physical affection or anything, I just got excited and…” He continued to ramble on. His voice was like nails on a chalkboard. You wanted him to shut up. You grit your teeth.