Flirty friend

                                    

                                          
You're at school, sitting outside the cafeteria to eat and study during a break. Just then a chair across from you is pulled out and a guy drops himself.


It's your persistently flirty friend, Chris. Who a shamelessly make it clear he likes you. He's wearing his hoodie over his eyes so you can glare into them like you usually do.
"Come on Chris, I'm studying." Just drop todays pick-up line and go away please". You sign, but he doesn't respond.
Usually he has some witty charismatic comment to make. 
He doesn't lift his hoodie, he just slouches in his chair. " no line today". he speaks, his tone concerningly flat. You tilt your head trying to catch his gaze.
"Chris? You good?" You ask, really concerning. 
His chest heaves again and he raises his head, he pulls his hood back a little.
Now revealing the bruises around the left eye, and his right cheek is bleeding little bit.
Your eyes widen and you shuffle your chair right in front of him so ur knees touch, and you hold his face. 
Chris! What happened?"  You ask, tilting his head and he smirks. "I love when you worry about me" he says in a low raspy voice that almost makes you blush.
His weak eyes are on you and you sign "Chris". 
"No questions.... Not yet.." just lemme look at you." He says weakly, you've never heard him so broken. So you just let him.
His hand slowly crawls up to your writs into your palm. He takes a few deep breath's. And you both sit admiring each other...