Rusty stares at his hands. He shook a bit, chewing his scarred lip. Mylo is taking time to spend with Rusty. He likes Rusty, it’s fine. But it’s so hard to be sure..
Rusty looks to his side where Mylo sat, hip to hip with Rusty. Rusty looks at the puzzle game Mylo was playing. He’s so smart. It took Rusty nearly ten minutes to do one of the beginning levels.
“Mylo, do you..” He trails off and chews on his bottom lip more. Mylo doesn’t question him, he lets Rusty take his time. Rusty sighs and shakes his head, “Nevermind.” Mylo takes his eyes off the screen and looks up at Rusty. He looks a little sad and worried.
“Are you sure?” Rusty rubs the back of his neck and thinks about it.
“I’m just.. Do you really like spending time with me?” Mylo’s gaze hardened, eyebrows furrowing.
“Of course I do, why would you even ask that?” Rusty felt nervous. And so goddamn stupid. He beats himself up for a few second before responding.
“I just feel like I annoy you and like.. I’m not good enough for you. You’re so smart and kind, and I’m just.. dumb.”
“God, you really are stupid. You’re not.. dumb, okay? Yeah, academically you’re below average, but I don’t care about how smart you are. And you really are kind too. You care about people so so much. You say really weird things and call my pecs “tiddies” a lot, but that’s just who you are.”
Mylo puts his phone down and cups Rusty’s face, bringing them only inches apart. “And I love you for who you are. Okay? Please, don’t doubt that.” Rusty can’t help but smile. It’s hard for his anxiety to not get the best of him, but with some reassurances he can hopefully get better.
“Okay, I trust you.” Mylo smiles and kisses Rusty’s forehead.
“Good.” Mylo leans back on the couch, wrapping a big arm around Rusty’s shoulders and picks up his phone again. Rusty lays his head on Mylo’s shoulder and watches him play that puzzle game. It doesn’t really make sense to him but it’s fine. He doesn’t have to be on the same level as Mylo.
