Rowan/Morgan: *staring at the wall with his face completely red*
Me: whatcha thinkin about?
Rowan: *flinches* huh? Nothing. *Turns his face back to the TV*
Me: you're obviously thinking of something! Your face is all red.
Rowan: shut up. It's nothing.
Me: noooooooo tell me.
Rowan: I will slap you.
Me: yeesh, someone's salty.
Rowan: Shut. Up.
Me: just tell me! I promise I won't judgeeeee.
Rowan: I was just thinking about futures okay! The stuff I could do, the things I might be able to have. ......and the fact that I might be able to see my lovers someday in the future... The cute things we could do.
Me: mmm, very nice.
Rowan: WE COULD HOLD HANDS- *grabs my shirt*
Me: no, I don't want to hold your hand. Please let go-
Rowan: I didn't mean you and oops- got excited. *He grabs a pillow and squeezes it*
Me: so nothing inappropriate?
Rowan: for once, no. I just imagined someone wrapping their arms around me- and I feel vulnerable saying this. Just go make your food or whatever.
Me: mmmmhmmmmm. Okay!
