"Sometimes I wish I was taller," Billy said as he glanced up from his current drawing.
Stu let out a scoff, "Because you're short?"
Billy shook his head. "No. So I could do this-" he reached across the table to where Stu was punching paper.
Billy was fully on the table, his knees midway between him and the other man, at the point when he ruffled Stu's hair.
Stu blushed, his eyes widening. He let out a small "oh", or maybe it was a gasp; Billy wasn't too sure.
Billy backed away, knees still on the table. "You always do it to me," he shrugged, "sometimes I wanna do it back."
Stu nodded like an eager kid who just got a piece of candy. "No yeah, you can do that whenever you like. Ask me to bend down and I will, just please do that again."
Billy did it again, but he also held onto the back of Stu's neck with his other hand as he ruffled his friend's hair.
The hand that was once in his hair now caressed his face, touching his lips and nose, painting a blush on his cheeks, and defining the bone of his jaw.
"Can I kiss you?" Billy asked, moving his hand back into Stu's hair.
Stu nodded, almost impatient as he waited for Billy to dip his head down and kiss him. When Billy did do that, he backed away and off the table almost as if it never happened.
He sat back in his seat and picked up one of his not-too dull pencils. "That's why I want to be taller."
