he’d known her his entire life, growing up across the street from one another. in fact, he couldn’t picture a moment of his life without her, and that alone was where it’d got complicated. he caught himself questioning his intentions, sitting on his floor with his back pressed against his bed. his guitar rested on his chest, fingers gently strumming as his head tilted back. neck resting against the bed, dark hues softened as they landed on her, a small grin tugging at his lips as he merely enjoyed her presence. “ what are you thinking about ? ” he inquires, slender digits plucking at the strings with no sense of melody. he wasn’t trying to, if anything it was more of a nervous twitch as the confusion on his own views of the femme left him on a somewhat uneasy edge. she was his best friend, she’d always been, but what if she was more ? but what if he wasn’t enough ? her image untainted in his eyes, and that alone would prevent him from speaking on his wandering thoughts.