He sits, arm around you, rubbing your shoulder gently. The last few weeks have been off; you haven’t called him as much. You’re one of the most important people in his life. He watches you, eyes warm and inviting, until you turn to him, expression cold and nervous. W-whats wrong? He asks softly, hand sliding down your arm as you sit up. His feelings are never worn on his sleeves, except now. Hes anxious. You can tell.
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