He had a hard time with feelings. Like, actual feelings. And boy, did he have many for you. Eyes locked on you as a deep feeling churned in his chest for you. Threatening to boil over. He'd never hid desperation well, and it was written all over his face. Etched into those pretty eyes.

Power Trip by J. Cole blaring in the background as he listened to you ramble, a cigarette between his lips. Leaning back against his pillows.