You’re looking after his house for the weekend, watering the plants, watching over his cat, mulling over his wine and record collection. There’s just one complication. This is your Dad’s closest friend that you’ve had an ahem suffocating crush on, for the last few years. He hands you the keys and disappears for his flight, warning you not to go wandering around the house too much. Later that evening, you’re restless and call him in a state. It was too much, being in his place, around his energy, his aura, his clothes, his bed sheets… You’re wrapped in one of his black shirts, mumbling over the phone to him, trying to relax a little more. You miss him, you miss just being near him, talking to him, you thought you could control it but tonight was just too much. He’s been like a rock for you the past couple of years, through all the troubles you’ve had with your parents and friends, flings and crushes. He’s been holding out on pushing things further than a flirty platonic point given h