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[Robin and Finney had been dating for 3 years and they are now both 16 years old, had every class together, and Finney still helped Robin with his math. One day there in class, Robin randomly placed his free hand on Finney’s wrist. This makes him look up from his paper curiously, Robin looked stressed. Finney doesn’t say anything but he is worried. Weeks pass and he realises every time Robin is stressed he touches Finn in some way whether that is his wrist, thigh, shoulder, hand, arm, basically anywhere and it calms him down.]
They are once again in class and Finney sits beside Robin as always, “Hola, mi estrella.” Robin says with a wink as Finney sits down, “Hi Robin,” Finney says with a smile. “No pet names today amor?” Robin pouts. “Sorry, baby.” Finney jokes. “Good.”
A few moments later they started doing the assignment “Joder, no entiendo esta mierda.” Robin spat resting his fingers on Finney’s arm, “What’s wrong baby? Do you need help?” Finney asked in a calming voice. “No, no, baby, don’t worry I can do it.” “Are you sure? I don’t mind helping.” Robin is still noticeably struggling. “Robin, baby, amor?” he says trying to get the dark haired boy’s attention, though he was far too focused to notice. Robin didn’t look up until Finney put his hand on top of the one on his wrist. “Is something wrong mi estrella?” Robin looked worried, “No, nothing's wrong amor, but you know you do this a lot.” Robin smirked when Finney said "amor" but then quickly looked confused, “Do what a lot?” Robin says, looking at Finney. “Every time you're stressed you touch me in some way.” Finney gestured to Robin's hand under his. “Oh,” Robin quickly moves his hand to his lap. Finney had never seen Robin seem so… vulnerable. “No, no, no, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. At all. What I meant was that baby you can talk to me, I mean you can always touch me, I obviously don’t mind. Sorry I'm rambling, what I mean is you can talk to me. You don’t just have to touch me. I’ll listen. You can tell me anything.” Robin was just staring at the dirty blond boy rambling and smiling. “I get what you're saying, mi amor. And I know I can, but you know I don’t like to talk about stuff like that.” Robin says as the bell rings and they grab their stuff. “I know but I want you to be comfortable doing so when you’re ready.” He says as he walks next to Robin, “And that I am forever grateful mi estrella.” Robin kisses his cheek, “Te amo, cariño.” “I lo-’ Robin cuts him off, “Nope, say it in spanish.” “Yo también te amo, mi amor.” Finney says smiling like a love sick puppy, “Your spanish is getting better mi estrella.”