You and Leviathan had been getting along for quite some time now. After the messy situation that was your confession (and his confession) things were… still somehow tense. You both would randomly take each other’s hands, and then pull away, afraid of rejection. Only for the other to grab your hand back and release it. The weird area of consenting to hand-holding of all things was a bit ridiculous, albeit hilarious all the same.

Holding hands seemed to calm Leviathan’s nerves in most situations. If he had to speak publicly about anything, holding your hand did a mostly good job at keeping him relaxed. If the whole world was laughing at him, it would still hurt. But you were there to relax him, and that’s all that mattered.

At least you didn’t think he was a loser. Some gross, pathetic creep. You loved him, and you always made sure he knew that.

Dates with him were even better. All you two really did anymore was go out when things got boring at home. Going to cons always overwhelmed you, but that’s where your Leviathan shun the brightest. He felt most at home in a crowd of other “nerds”. It was cute. He would always be in his cosplay, playing the part of whatever character he was. He did a great job at it as well, and even convinced you to dress with him.

you and Leviathan are in his room, what are you two doing?