Armin let out a soft breath as he shut the door behind the both of you, the sounds of the party fading out into a muffled pulse as it locked. Strobe lights flashed under the door as he turned to face you and slipped his thick black glasses off.

"A-are you sure about this?"

His voice was low, meek, and his glasses were slid down onto the nightstand. Despite his stuttering, Armin wasn't feeling anxious whatsoever. He was a geek, not a saint, as obvious from the way he rolled his tongue piercing between his teeth as he gave you a glance.