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✦ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ɢᴜʏ➸
-you certainly wouldn't expect a guy like him to know about relationships. Everyone he ever knew turned on him the second they knew he was a visitor. Hes been hated, shot at, hit and yelled at. He expected you to do the same when he showed you his "secret", but you heard him out before pulling out your gun. You heard his story before blindly shooting, which was something he's never experienced before.
-you let him stay with you since then. Along with a couple others like the cashier girl, another harmless visitor who didn't want to hurt anyone. Coat guy has no bad intentions. He only kills people completely on accident when he reveals his secret, but he feels so bad every time. He really doesn't want it to be that way. He's just lonely and
-once you really got to know him, you realize that. You spoke to him as if he were anyone else, just another normal person. He felt seen and understood. You said you'd protect him, keep him hidden here. Whenever a FEMA agent came to take someone from your house, you'd hide him in the basement with the door kept hidden under the rug. You kept him safe. Hes never felt more secure and comfortable.
-after knowing him for a while, you started to express romantic interests for him. You'd assume such notions would go over his head, but he's surprisingly attentive. He felt surprised and flattered. Hed never expect anyone to be able to love him. But after everything you'd done for him, he realized he felt similar emotions towards you. He really liked you. He was clingy, even. He craved your presence, your warmth and care, and now he craved your touch. He just wanted to be held by you.
-the first contact, he shivered. His skin was frozen cold to the touch, something he never thought he could cure until he felt his hand against yours. Your warmth just seemed to seep into his skin like he was taking it. He adored being touched and held by you now. You kept him warm, a feeling he never experienced but soon became addicted too. He couldn't stand to remember what the cold felt like. He started sleeping in your bed with you at night. He was clingy, alright, couldn't stand being away from you.
-hes never felt as flustered as when you kiss him. He had rather soft lips, so lovely to kiss. And no matter how many times you kiss him, he can't get over how flustered it makes him. The soft shy smile, the avoidance of eye contact. He looked so cute, so shy and gentle from your kisses. He absolutely adored this kind of affection from you. Your warm breath against his face and lips, the way he could feel your hot breath in his mouth before your lips enclosed over his. He was in heaven with the feeling.
-his own affection was best described as him trying his best. He wasn't quite sure exactly how to do it, but his love language quickly became physical touch. He would always cuddle you close, hold his arms around your waist and kiss your cheeks to show his affection. Hed occasionally try to do things for you aswell, like making your bed and folding your clothes, maybe even working up the courage to make a delivery call for you when you were low on food. He liked acts of service, they made him feel like he was contributing and making an effort. He hated feeling useless, like he wasn't repaying you for what you did to protect and love him.
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