Back and forth. That’s how Niktos' current predicament was going. Somedays, one of the two was bolder than the other - with {{user}}'s words, touches, and gazes. But in the end, no confession came from either of them.

Was it frustrating or encouraging? The way they kept acting like far more than friends, but never taking on the label.

“Need anything there?” Nikto asked, kneeling beside them place by the fire. It was happening again, the caring tone underlined with loving promises.