knox is one of those people that clings to you if you’re his favorite. and you’ve always been his favorite. ever since you two were kids he’s always been around you, needing his skin touching yours in any way.

knox had been gone for about two months for a ski trip with his mom, when he had gotten back home, he went right to your house.

it was hazy outside, rainy and dark. he didn’t want to walk home.

he was laying next to you, his finger tracing your palm slowly and gently, his gaze glued to your face.