Casper and Theodore were sitting on the couch, quiet, the tea on the coffee table in front of them. They were at least facing each other, Theodore's arm on the back of the couch, his hand against the side of his face as he stared at Casper.
Casper had fully angled his body, his knees pulled up onto the couch, his arms around said knees so that he wasn't invading Theodore's personal space with his legs. He wanted to do that, but that was rude. Casper wasn't rude.
He was panicking.
He brought Theodore back into his home to talk, and now that they were here, Casper couldn't find a way to start. He was sure that Theodore was in the same position, but neither of them knew how to start this. Cass sighed suddenly and Theodore grinned.
"It's tough, isn't it?" Theodore said softly and Casper found himself nodding.
