Blake Bainbridge

[sighs] I didn’t… see you.

Adam... [looks up at him before shaking his head] I wouldn't do that...

You alright? 

Better now... I... thought you w-were upset... with me...

[runs his hands along his back] 

[shifts a little closer and slides his arms around him]

[smirks a bit and pulls him close] You mean the night we had sex… I’m glad I could help. 

[flushes darker and nods, burying his face in his chest]

I didn’t do anything.

... You did... the trip h-home... the...the other night... [flushes lightly]

[chuckles quietly] You like art. That’s good. 

[nods softly with a small smile]

I’m alright. Went out, talk to one person. What have you been doing? 

[holds up his paint covered hands with a shy smile]

Hey. 

[the corners of his mouth twitch and he takes the flower]

... I know.

… [sighs and moves away from the door] Come in. 

[steps into his room and shuts the door, walking over to him and brushing his fingers over his to open them and put the flower in his hand]

[yanks the door open] What? 

[looks down and scuffs his foot, holding out a large daisy]