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They were really only friends. At least that's what Evbo had been telling him since the very start. Almost. At the very start he wasn't even sure if friends really applied.
But then it turned into a little bit more. Really, it was accidental.
Evbo really didn't mean to spend so many days at Seawatts house, sitting on the sofa, talking for hours on end, leaning against his shoulder.
Covering him with a blanket anytime Seawatt fell asleep mid conversation, gently laying him down and brushing some of that gorgeous soft hair out of his face.
Evbo really didn't mean to glance at Seawatt anytime he made a joke to watch the other ones reaction. He didn't mean to constantly stare when Seawatt was talking, the way he used his eyes to ennounciate himself and his statements. The way his gaze carefully looked over everyone. If he wasn't talking he was watching.
When he offered Seawatt to help practice some parkour he hadn't expected Seawatt to agree, yet he did.
At the parkour range things went even more south.
The way Seawatt focused on each step he takes, each jump he makes and tries to understand what went wrong, it was so mesmerizing to watch him be so focused, Evbo couldn't take his eyes off even if he wanted. He would show Seawatt what to do, what the other one messed up and how to improve. They were so close.
Evbo really didn't mean to focus so much on how soft Seawatts hands were in his own when he held them to help Seawatt feel more stability in a jump. The way Evbo sometimes came against the other ones wrist accessories — they contrasted strongly in temperature with Seawatts skin. Evbo could feel callouses on certain parts of the other ones hands, but honestly just barely. They made sense, Seawatt used to document things day after day. Evbo liked remembering any detail he could learn about Seawatt.
Evbo really didn't mean to fall in love, it was an honest mistake.