"Are you sure they won’t find out?” / "I just want to cuddle." / "I missed you."
"Are you sure they won’t find out?”
"I’m sure, babe," Riley murmured, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. Even if he wasn’t totally certain himself, he didn’t want to make the other male aware of his worries. "Like, you can only see the back of our heads and anyway, I’m sure lots of friends sit that close each other all the time without it being anything other than platonic,” he mused, though now he was mainly trying to assure himself. “Anyway, we can’t get the picture taken down now because then it does look like we’re trying to hide something, right?” He asked, now needing some sort of confidence from Knox in order to actually believe what he was saying.
"I just want to cuddle."
Nodding in response to Knox’s statement, Riley closed the gap between them on the couch and tugged the other male into his arms. “Something up?” He asked quietly, sighing contently as he felt arms snake around his waist. Not being met with any response, he shifted slightly so that he was able to press a kiss to the blond’s temple and let his lips remain there. “Whatever it is, we don’t have to talk about it,” he said on a second thought, not wanting to make him talk about something he clearly didn't want to at the time.
"I missed you."
Slipping his bag off of his shoulder and dropping it onto the floor, Riley nodded and turned to hug the male that already had his arms open in waiting. "Missed you too," he replied, pulling back to kiss Knox's cheek. He then picked up his previously abandoned bag and kicked off his shoes. "But I'm here now and that's what matters, hm?"
