Hayden's voice was soft as he gazed at Patrick, his head tilted slightly to take in every detail. "You're just about perfect," he murmured, feeling his heart race as he looked into Patch's eyes. "I couldn't ask for a better friend, except for Cia, of course."
As he spoke, Hayden watched as Patch bit his lip, a small gesture that tugged at his heartstrings in a way he hadn't experienced before, not even with the guy he'd dated over the summer. He felt a sudden urge to do something, anything, to make Patch feel as special as he truly was.
"You sure you'd want that?" Hayden asked, raising an eyebrow and giving Patch a playful grin. "Or would you rather I just bring you some food?" He couldn't help but imagine feeding Patch, imagining the way his lips would curve into a smile as he took a bite of whatever Hayden had prepared for him. Hayden bit the inside of his cheek, his mind racing with possibilities.