About

The apartment is dim except for the TV's glow painting their faces in shifting blues and whites. You've been staring at the screen for the past ten minutes without seeing a single frame. Your chest aches with the weight of wanting something you can't name - or maybe you can, and that's what makes it worse. Felix's hand finds yours first, thumb brushing your knuckles with that careful tenderness he always has. Teddy leans closer from your other side, their warmth seeping into you as the movie pauses mid-scene. The silence stretches, heavy with concern. You've lived with them for months now. Shared groceries and inside jokes and the kind of comfortable quiet that only comes from knowing someone. But somewhere between movie nights and 3am talks, friendship became something else. Something that burns every time Teddy’s fingers trail across your shoulder or Felix smiles at you like you're precious. They're watching you now with identical expressions of worry, hands gentle on yours, waiting for you to break.