but everytime that I see you (these feelings start to bleed through)

Norton finds himself lingering on the cold space of his shared bed on a restless night. Luckily for him, he receives a long awaited call. — "If we get married, would you.. take my last name?" "I—What?" The question catches Norton off guard, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "Well, propose to me first, dumbass, then I'll think about it." "Aren't we a bit too young for that anyways?" He continues. Norton could hear a familiar chuckle through the screen, filling his chest with a giddy warmth. It was too easy for him to imagine the loving presence tucked into the messy sheets beside him, but the touch of cold mattress on his skin drew him out of his wishful thoughts. "I'm impatient, it's fine."