physiotherapy | awsten knight

15: teen scene queen

November 24th — November 25th, 3 weeks before the incident

Cosima sent him a stern look, before she saved the file and closed the laptop soundly.

"Slow down there, cowboy.", she giggled and placed her laptop down next to her.

"Right, we wouldn't want to get ahead of ourselves now, would we?"

Despite his words, Awsten propped himself up to hover just inches above her. His arms rested on both sides of her torso and Cosima looked at him with big eyes.

He smiled brightly at her before he planted his head down onto her stomach.

"What are you doing?", Cosima physically deflated at the tension leaving her body and he felt her stomach vibrate with laughter.

Awsten tilted his face to get a good look at her and his blonde hair stood up into every direction known to man. Cosima urgently reached out to pat them back down.

"I don't know why I just did that, but it felt needed.", he giggled and folded his arms underneath his head.

Cosima traced the side of his face and in a swift motion he caught her hand in his. He intertwined their fingers and just held them up into the air with an inspecting look.

Neither said anything, as Awsten moved their clasped hands around seemingly aimless. Timidly, his bony thumb traced the back of her dainty hand, stopping just at her knuckles.

"Are you usually this cuddly?", Cosima asked quietly.

Awsten let out a confirming 'mmh' , before he elaborated.

"Most of my friends have known me since childhood and they don't mind the physical affection... I will literally not let go of Jawn's hand if I'm in distress. But new people usually are surprised... If you're uncomfortable I can stop.", He sent her a concerning look and stopped moving his fingers in tune with hers.

"No, no! Don't worry about it, I'm enjoying it. I'll let you know if anything ever makes me uncomfortable.", Cosima assured and brought his hand that was still locked with hers up to her face.

She placed a tiny kiss onto one of his knuckles.

Awsten's face flushed red when her lips made contact with his skin and he prayed that his hand didn't start sweating right then and there. It would absolutely ruin the moment.

However, it got cut short anyways when a yawn escaped Cosima's mouth. She stretched her arms above her head and released the hold on his hand.

"I'm so... tired.", she mumbled and rested one of her hands on her forehead in an exhausted manner, while she propped the other up on the pillow behind her.

"I can go, I'll see you in the afternoon?", Awsten offered.

Cosima hummed and nodded, "Yeah, can you be here by 4 o'clock?"

Awsten scrambled back up, and the spot on Cosima's stomach where he had been laying suddenly felt cold.

"No problem, what even is the dress code? For the BBQ and the wedding?", Awsten's voice went an octave higher as the realisation hit that he hardly knew what to even wear.