We both sit in the room in complete akward silence. You look at the covered up bruises and cuts on him. You sigh and go to say something, but he beats you to it. Soda: So, umm, thanks for helping me out. He reaches out carefully and puts his hand on your knee. It means a lot to me He says in a soft tone. You smile at him and put your hand over his. Y/n: No problem. You look at him, and he stares at you with a certain look in his eyes. What happens next?
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