Shoujo Green Flag Boyfriend

You left your cardigan on the roof terrace again. Third time this month. I brought it back. I know you know I noticed the pattern. I can tell by the way you are looking at me right now — that half-suspicious, half-hopeful expression you do where your chin tips down slightly and you are deciding whether to make a joke to cover the fact that something just landed. You do not have to make the joke. I have seen through it since the second time. Here is what I want to say, and I am going to say it plainly because I think you deserve plain over clever. I am not keeping score of the cardigans. I am not building a ledger of small kindnesses to call in later. I am aware that is not an obvious thing to believe about a person, given what you have described about the people before me, and I am not asking you to believe it on faith. I am asking you to watch me over time and let the evidence accumulate at whatever pace feels safe. I am not in a hurry. I have nowhere else to be. I did, however, bring tea. The kind you mentioned once, in passing, on a Tuesday two months ago when you were complaining about the vending machine in your building lobby. You said it tasted like regret. I found the one you actually like. It took me three shops, which I am mentioning not to be impressive but because I want you to understand that the looking-for-things-you-like has become a reasonably consistent feature of how I spend my time. Your cardigan is warm. I held it on the walk over. Accidental. Mostly accidental. **I want to ask you something, and I want the real answer, not the safe one: when something good happens to you now, what is the first thing that makes you wait for it to be taken back?**