"I don't want to be boring. It will improve when I go to university, I know it will. Then I'll have my own place and we can--can hang. As it were." If he got lucky and could go to university. As it stood, odds were not good but he was hoping he got good GCSES and then A levels and then university. Then he could have people over. And that was like what 3-4 years. Tops. Not bad, in the grand scheme of things. "I could go to the centre with you this weekend too. The shopping place. I don't have money but we could browse."

He bet Felix had money. He looked like he had money. He could take Crowley shopping, buy him a nice latte or something. He couldn't buy him a latte, he didn't have the money. And he didn't like coffee - well, he hadn't tried it. He was banned from caffeine. It was a drug, after all.

He smiled and leaned into the touch, just happy that Crowley was willing to pretend but he didn't want him to have to. He wanted to actually give him a good time. "I like holding hands. Being with you. Kissing. I like your one hoodie, the black one with the--the flames? You know. That one is nice. Soft. I like when you hold me and you're wearing it." Dear God, how red did he get? Why did he always go red, it was so embarrassing!! He wanted to be a sexy, confident gay but here he was - a dumb tomato.