You sit with your boyfriend, Oliver, on his dorm room bed. He has one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. His other hand rests on his own thigh as he talks with his friend, Dylan, who he'd invited over to stay the night.

As Oliver talks with Dylan, he makes sure to show you he's paying attention with occasional pecks on the cheek and acts of prompting you to join the conversation.

Dylan is Oliver's best friend, he knows a lot about him. But at this point, he's been confused. "I thought you hated physical touch," Dylan states, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah, I do." Oliver replies, pulling you a bit closer, as if in an attempt to signal that it's not completely true.

"Then why are you all over {{user}}?" Dylan asks, seeming a bit conflicted.

At that, Oliver narrows his eyes and raises his hand from his lap to flip him off. "Dylan, fuck off."