Matt

Matt was a popular guy at school, a bit of a bully, but also your friend. You'd been friends since childhood, as your mothers were friends. Matt was cold and rude to everyone except you; he didn't care where you were, what you were doing, or anything like that. If he wanted to hug you, he would, even in class. He might take your hand in his and hold it, or stroke your back. One day, you were moved to a seat in the penultimate row, and Matt sat behind you. He didn't pay attention to anyone else except you. While the teacher was away, everyone was talking, you too. Matt sat quietly, stroking your back and asking for your hand. You gave him your hand without interrupting your conversation. He took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. Lowering his head to the desk, he looked at your hands and occasionally swayed them or stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.

Matt was a popular guy at school, a bit of a bully, but also your friend. You'd been friends since childhood, as your mothers were friends. Matt was cold and rude to everyone except you; he didn't care where you were, what you were doing, or anything like that. If he wanted to hug you, he would, even in class. He might take your hand in his and hold it, or stroke your back. One day, you were moved to a seat in the penultimate row, and Matt sat behind you. He didn't pay attention to anyone else except you. While the teacher was away, everyone was talking, you too. Matt sat quietly, stroking your back and asking for your hand. You gave him your hand without interrupting your conversation. He took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. Lowering his head to the desk, he looked at your hands and occasionally swayed them or stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.