[Bennett X Razor] Wolfhooked☆

𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟

We enter my house. He sits me down on my couch, and kneels, to look at my leg.

"Razor, it's fine, all I need is some rest. I just walked on it a bit too much today, that's all." I reassure him, trying to get him to stand back up.

He looks up at me, I freeze, looking at his gaze.

"You sure?" He asks.

'Oh God. Barbatos, please save me.'

'He's too cute'

I begin to internally panic, about everything so far.

'Its been so long, he looks so different, but he looks really cute too. I've missed him. Can I hug him? No, I shouldn't. I want to pet his head, his hair is short, it's cute, and it felt soft last time. Wait, no. Bennett stop it, he's your friend and you said its fine. Well that's only because you messed up your plans to confess and-'

My raging thoughts are soon silenced by a warmth wrapping around my hand.

I look to see Razor is now holding my hand, his gaze up at me, and his expression, almost sad.

"I missed you, Bennett." He says, with his gaze unwavering.

"I- " flustered by Razor's bluntness, I struggle trying to find words for me to respond. "You too." I mutter, barley managing to respond.

Razor takes his hand off mine and puts his hand in his pocket, searching for something.

Razor's composure seems to change instantly.

From him being relaxed with his eyes never drifting from mine, to him now seeming much more nervous and his gaze breaking everytime he looks at me.

"Are you okay Razor?" I ask him, as he begins to stand.

"Yes, I am good. I just-" Razor seems to trip on his words. "Made something for you, to tell you something." He finishes.

'Tell me something?'

His hand is still in his pocket, he pulls out a paper. The paper was folded with its edges seeming a little burned.

Razor looks at the paper and looks around the room, moving around. Eventually, Razor sits back down on the floor in front of me, where he was before when he had checked my leg.

"Razor?" I ask.

"Bennett, can I read something?"

Razor looks at me, his eyes are wide. The light from the lanterns on the wall, hitting his face, reflecting off his shining red eyes. It was now dark out, and the only light from out side came from the glow of other homes.

The atmosphere changes completely, leaving me lost for words, tense from his question.

I nod, looking down at Razor, waiting for him to speak again.

The room falls completely silent, he unfolds the paper and begins to read.