“ Your lips are soft. ”

He admits again, nervous but excitable.

you, I mean. Like I just - I dunno, I thought you hated me or something. ”

Feenie admits sheepishly, fingers fidgeting in his lap. Goodness gracious, he is so red-faced right now. Oh — lucky, he thinks. That Miles likes him too? Maybe it was only for now, but it made a racket in his heart.

+

A smile on his face.

“ It’s okay to cry, yeah? I cry over.. stupid shit all the time. ”

maaaassively snobbish and self invested. ”

Feenie shrugs his shoulders.

“ I would be your friend if you wanted, and we could even uh spend more time together, too. I.. know it’s not the same, but I always missed those times we used to have together. Simpler in that time, I guess. ”

+

comfy in the space before he finally feels comfortable with his own response.

“ I guess, I get it. Friends can be hard to make when there is this- semi invisible barrier between it which makes ya feel like worlds are crumbling. Promise you are not missing much, people in the area are +

your anxieties, for even a little bit, yeah? ”