Summary: Your name is Cronus Ampora and you are sitting less than three feet from a boy you'd really like to be more than friends with.
Day One: Holding Hands

You can't help but to stare at Kankri. The two of you are just sitting on the couch watching TV and he's just so wrapped up in the goings on of whatever it actually is that he has this intense look on his face. His tongue darts out occasionally to swipe at his lower lip and you want to just lean over and press your lips against his. But you won't. You know that he'd hate you for it. You sit two feet away form him on the couch whenever you come over because you know he doesn't want to be touched.

You scoot over a few inches with your right hand resting on the cushion between you. You can see his left just sitting there. And then you notice something. He's closer than he'd been before. Not just because you've moved, but because he has as well. The thought makes you grin and you decide to take your chances and move your hand closer to his.

You turn your eyes forward, trying to concentrate on the show. It's definately something British, you can tell from the accents and the fact that they're in fucking London, but you have no idea what. You're trying to concentrate on something, anything, other than his hand sitting there. Just inches away from yours.

The credits roll and you try to read all of the names. None of them are familiar. Something like Balderdash Caterwauling catches your eye and tilt your head trying to figure out who the fuck would inflict something that terrible on their child. But the next episode starts and you've got more pressing issues on your mind that this show. You move your hand just ever so slightly to the right.

The heat of his hand is so close to yours. You just want to reach out and touch him. Your pinkie stretches some and it just barely brushes against his. You keep your face forward but glance to the side to see if he's doing anything. His gaze is still turned intently toward the TV, but a blush has spread over his cheeks. You can't help but to feel a little proud, knowing that he's blushing because you're so close.

You feel his finger move against yours and suddenly yours is twined with his. This time you decide to take a leap and after sitting for a few minutes getting used to the contact, you go for it. You move your hand and twine your fingers with his. He makes a little nervous noise and the two of you sit there, giggling while you stare at the TV.

His hand is so small and warm in yours. It's wonderful, even this little bit of contact with him is more than you could have ever asked for. You decide to turn your head and look at him. What you see puts a grin on your face. He's blushing even more than he was before and he's smiling like he has a secret.

You clear your throat and rub your thumb against his. He turns his head and looks at you, his hazel eyes meeting yours. You chew on your lower lip and swallow. "Hey, Kankri."

He laughs nervously. "Yes, Cronus?"

It's your turn to laugh now. "I, uh, guess I shoulda asked before holdin' your hand, yeah?" You swallow again, trying to get rid of the lump forming in your throat.

"I would have appreciated something of a warning before you took my hand in yours, but I suppose that I can allow you to continue seeing as I was the one who wrapped my pinkie around yours."

You smile widely at your loquacious friend. Always with the words, but you don't care. He's telling you that this is okay. So you take your chances again. "Do you maybe wanna go out with me sometime?" He looks away and pulls the collar of his sweater over his face. "Kankri?"

He doesn't turn back towards you. "Yes?"

"I asked if you..."

"I heard what you said, I... I just wasn't sure if I meant yes when I said it." He swallows and looks back to you nervously.

"Did you mean it?"

His gaze moves down to your joined hands. "Yes."

You laugh excitedly. "That's awesome. I, uh, I didn't plan this far ahead."

He looks back up at you with the most wonderful smile you've ever seen. "We have all the time in the world, Cronus. Take yours."

You brush your thumb against his and lean in. You don't kiss his lips but instead you press one to his cheek. You do have all the time in the world, after all. You're going to take this slow and do things right.