Benatar - YFM

Benatar is sitting on the windowsill, swinging his legs, and seemingly looking at his phone. But the screen has long since frozen on one. You notice he's been glancing at you for a couple of minutes now—and quickly looks away, as if he's been caught doing something too criminal.

• And what?

I jumped up and almost dropped my phone when I saw you looking at it.

• No, nothing. I was just... thinking.

pause, he turns the phone in his hands

— Listen, how do you feel about it being just the two of us sometimes? Well, without the others. It's not that I'm against company, it's just...

shrugs, too casually

— ...sometimes it's noisy with a crowd, but with you it's quiet. I mean, calm. I mean—not boring! Quite the opposite.

He falls silent, realizing that he has said too much, and stares at his phone, although the screen is not particularly interested in him.

A minute later, more quietly, almost under his breath:

• Forget it. I'm saying something wrong. I just... thought maybe you want to be with me sometimes, that's all.