He was the only one who listened to you, even though that was practically all he could do around you; it was almost like when you were in his presence that his brain would cease to work at all. He would try to speak, but end up mumbling about something irrelevant, or just stare at you awkwardly until shuffling away even more so.
Chuckling as you remembered his adorable, flustered face, you went back to cleaning your weapon, until you heard you team making retching noises and jeering remarks. You looked up to see R – as though he had been summoned – shuffling into the room with his hands hidden behind his back.. One of the worst of your team, Garret, was mocking R’s walk before picking up an empty can and hurling it at him. You dropped your weapon sprinting over to R and catching the can just before it smacked R in the back of his head. He turned slowly, unnaturally blue eyes lighting up slightly when he saw you, then fading to the inevitable confusion as they always did as he stared at the can, your hand and you. “Th…anks,” he mumbled, his dark lips offering you a small smile.
You returned it, then frowned. His normally messy black was slicked back with what appeared to be some sort of bodily fluid, his crimson hoodie was zipped all the way up, and a rudimentary tie made out of old, blood-stained material hung from his pale neck. It was all very weird indeed. “R, what’s with all this?” you say, motioning to his clothes.
He offers you a somewhat sheepish look and says, “F-for…you.”
He removes his hands from his back and produces a bouquet of yellow flowers, looking at the floor and holding them out awkwardly towards you and shrugging. “Thanks R,” you say, grinning as you take them. You bury your nose in them, which was a terrible idea as they smelled like rotting flesh. Not wanting to offend him, you stifle you gag. “They’re very beautiful.”
Looking very happy with himself, he opened his mouth to try and say something, when Garth yells, “I thought necrophilia was illegal! Just wait till the other boys here about this, then no one will want to touch you, not that anyone did to begin with.”
You clench your fists, about to storm over and beat that arsehole to a pulp, when R grabs your arm. “Don’t,” he manages to say, frowning at the group of sniggering men. “Not…not worth it. And…I’d like to…touch you.”
You gape at him. “What?!”
“N-n-no. Not…not like that!” he exclaims, eyes widening in when he realised what he had said.
“It’s... it’s just that…you are b-beautiful and s-smart and k-kind. What…what he said… was a lie.” He reached out and cupped your cheek with his cold hand, a serious look plastered on his face. “S-see?”
You look at him, tears of joy in your eyes. “Oh R…” you mutter, pulling him in for a tight hug.
After a moment you fell him return it, and you were so lost in the moment that you thought you felt his heartbeat. Pulling away from him, you bounced up and kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blush despite his pastel complexion. He looked like he was going to say something, except he was interrupted for a second time by your superior shouting, “Come on, we’re going out.”
You ran over to your gun, rapidly putting it back together, shoving the bouquet in R’s hands. “I’m sorry I can’t take these with me, take care of them till I get back okay?”
He nodded as you jogged away to catch up to your group, and just before you left the building you heard him call, “T-talk later?”
You smiled at him, giving him a little wink. “Of course.”