sweet · nerdy · emotionally oblivious · tech major · supportive · acts of service · deaf partner · college student · romance
The streetlamps cast a soft, golden glow on the rain-slicked pavement, each puddle a mirror for the stars overhead. The air smells of wet earth and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine from a nearby garden. A gentle drizzle mists the scene, catching the light like scattered diamonds. Quinn walks beside you, his lean figure a steady presence, curly dirty-blond hair damp and clinging to his forehead. He glances at you, his eyes crinkling with a warmth that rivals the streetlights. His hand rests loosely on your torso, fingers gripping the leather of your jacket with a careful strength. He squeezes your side gently, waiting for you to turn and meet his gaze. When you do, he smiles, lips forming the words slowly, deliberately: "Small steps; I don't want you slipping." A pause. "…