dear diary

a wet shirt

(Virgil pov)
He met my eyes and seemed a bit scared,
Not scared. More
Worried.

He looked at my hands, then met my eyes and he slowly and softly said.
"Can I touch you?"

I looked up at him in Schock and started stuttering,
"You are having an anxiety attack, please sit down" he said slowly as he started sitting down too.
I followed after him, slowly down on the floor,
"Do you know how to handle an anxiety attack?"
He said and looked at me, he actually looked worried.

"Y -yes I do.." i said while looking him into the eyes. He suddenly switched focus to my jacket and started to reach his hands to close it a bit better, "dont want you to be cold" he said and giggled a bit for himself. We where so close, I could feel his breathing on my cheek.

If i just leaned forward i could kiss him I thought to myself.
The all of a sudden the lunch bell rings, I flinched but he just looked at me, not mad or irritated,
He looked so caring.

"Seems like we missed first class totally"
Roman said and chuckled.
"Wanna eat lunch with me and some friends?"

"Are you sure they'd want me there?.."
I said looking down at the ground.

He stretched his hand out while he was standing up. "I'm sure they do"
He said looking into my eyes.
I took his hand and stood up.
"You better be right"
I said and chuckled.
I hadn't before noticed the amount of water that came on his shirt, you could really see through it.
I cought myself staring at his shirt for too long and snapped out of it.

"Maybe you should put on a jacket"
I said and nudged him
"Smart idea"
He said and laughed