Here I thought you were finally gonna admit you wanted to fuck.

[He's - playful with that, lip quirked up in the corner as his fingers still from their idle touches of Derek's wrist. Friends. He can work with that, he thinks, because he too wants something more here. He wants to be important to Derek, the first person he's really come to know that's... special. Who might, in time, understand how special he is too. He has so many other questions to ask, but the only reason he doesn't is because it's - too soon.]

Friends is fine. Even if we're weirdos holding hands right now.