There was barely a squeak, but Kyle had to sit up after seeing Ollie's reaction.
"Hey," he murmured, lifting Ollie's chin. "What's wrong?"
Hazel eyes blinked up at him, glassy and confused.
The question should've been easy to answer. But Ollie wasn't even sure why he was shedding tears.
Did he feel sad? Angry? No. Not even close.
He was overwhelmed. His heart kept somersaulting, and his brain kept thudding like it was being paid for overtime. And all because—
He wanted to say it too.
Because he wanted him to hear it and because he wanted to be brave.
So Ollie tried. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Tried again.
Nothing came out except a puff of air and puffed cheeks.
"I-I…"
Still nothing. And the blonde couldn't understand why he was having this difficulty now, of all times?!
Kyle watched, both concerned and charmed, as the frustration piled visibly on Ollie's face, his hair antenna showing clear signs that he was at wits' end.
