He swallowed nervously, showing he was apprehensive.
"All right, but… what if I drop him?"
Chris sounded like a scared child, afraid of doing something wrong, and it made me laugh softly.
"You won't drop him. I'll help you." I murmured, seeking his eyes.
For a moment, time seemed to slow down when he looked back at me.
It was a look unlike any other, filled with something heavy, something that weighed in the air between us. A look that made me feel a strange warmth in my chest.
Why am I feeling these things?
It's just Chris, my friend, nothing more.
"Okay," he conceded, his voice a bit hoarse as he averted his gaze from mine.
Chris adjusted himself in the armchair and extended his arms, still uncertain. Carefully, I guided his hands, placing Theodore there, with the utmost care su
