Niko's heart threatens to jump out of his chest. Thump, thump, thump. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought he was having a heart attack. His eyes are wide.
Looking into Blythe's eyes, however, just feels right and he melts a little when their hands meet. He squeezes those sweaty, shaky hands in return with sweaty, shaky hands of his own. Blythe's gentle Southern lilt is so soothing that Niko can't help but to lapse into gushing earnestness.
"I'm sorry, I just have such a big, stupid crush on you, it's hard to think straight," he confesses with a nervous titter. He's about as good at flirting as he is at riding a bicycle.
THE REC ROOM: Old Men at the End of the World (Blythe & Niko)
Looking into Blythe's eyes, however, just feels right and he melts a little when their hands meet. He squeezes those sweaty, shaky hands in return with sweaty, shaky hands of his own. Blythe's gentle Southern lilt is so soothing that Niko can't help but to lapse into gushing earnestness.
"I'm sorry, I just have such a big, stupid crush on you, it's hard to think straight," he confesses with a nervous titter. He's about as good at flirting as he is at riding a bicycle.