It started with words. Just a silly thing like saying his scent was pleasant delighted him. He didn't even mind or care that she said he was comforting instead of sexy. Honestly, he didn't aim to be sexy anyway. He liked that he brought her comfort. Being told he brought comfort for doing not much else other than being himself, or just being around. It was satisfying.
She leaned in, and he stopped breathing for a moment. Another kiss on the cheek. He couldn't keep himself from feeling nothing about it as his heart beat faster. Why couldn't he just let affectionate gestures slide? Why did they mean so much to him? Why did he feel an overwhelming flutter of butterflies every time she did it, instead of getting used to it? He'd tolerated her at the beginning, even if their beginning wasn't all that long ago. The more he let these girls in, the more he felt charmed by their gestures.
Lastly, she called him perfect. Just as he was, he was perfect. How could that even be true? He felt imperfect, flawed and dirty. Useless, crabby and a pain. Tainted by darkness, burdens and littered with scars. He was selfish, irritable, and temperamental.
How could he possibly deserve a caring friend like Cami? He was at a point he couldn't push her away out of fear he'd bring her down. He needed her too much.
Otto was lost in thought, forgetting to respond to Cami as he now began slowly eating the remains of her cake without even thinking.