You and Troye have been best friends since you were kids, and he would come over and talk to you when you were upset. He lays on the floor and goes on the Internet with you and laughs so hard, he rolls over on his back, his hands over his chest, hair flying back. His eyes squint, and the lines around them grow deeper as he laughs harder, making you fall back and laugh along with him. He grabs your hand and turns on his side, pushing his hair back out of his eyes. "This is why you're my best friend," he says smirking.
