![]() He’ll walk out, trying to control his breathing and the next day, he’ll avoid eye contact with you only allowing a smile to pass when you gush about the present he left you. He’ll sneak in into your room, place the wrapped box down by your mirror. He tries so hard to pick something out for you, a bottom lip bit until raw as he tries to think about what you would like now. He knows when people fake a smile, when the enthusiasm is forced and he doesn’t want to risk that when you see your gift. Always thriving off of expressions, yours seem to be the one that he can’t handle.
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