đ¤ Hold my museâs hand / to rhen v.v
typically , rhen wouldnât think twice about it. itâs become a norm in his day to day existence here on earth. holding hands with his friends when his hands were feeling too cold or when rhen just , needed a distraction. needed something to keep him busy and his mind calm because being an alien and studying the normality of humans was. . . exhausting.Â
but now , itâs different. because cal isnât a friend anymore. heâs that something more that rhen had been curious about for some time. that something heâs seen on tv and in movies and in the pairs heâs seen on the street.Â
so no , cal wasnât just a friend anymore. he was a lover. he was rhenâs. and the action , now , sparks something else in rhen whenever he holds calâs hand. makes his stomach feel weird , sick , almost , but with what he now understands is â butterflies â , right. . . butterflies. which is an odd term because he did not have actual butterflies in his stomach. his cheeks flame with heat , itâs called blushing. it happens when you feel embarrassed or ashamed or when you really really like someone. someone you love.Â
rhen thinks he might love cal. squeezing his hand and folding his fingers down to keep them locked. stares where their hands are connected , smile forming and dimples poking through , and looks at cal with so much devotion ; let's it speak the words he's too shy to say. i really like you. it says , i really , really i like you.