Rykah and Will(because I can't think of a better title)

Rykah looked up at him curiously, "You sure?" he said, hoping to god he hadn't done something wrong.

“Yeah. You’re good. Sorry.”

Rykah watched him silently, pecking him in the cheek shyly.

Will smiled at him.
(I got to go, sorry. Short notice)

(Ok..)
Rykah got a bit more bold again, and kissed him properly once more.

Will leaned in to it.

Rykah smiled into the kiss, deepening it as much as possible one of his hands wandering into Will's hair,

(I’m back!)
When Will felt Rykah’s hand in his hair, he immediately noped out of that. He pulled away and scrambled into the wall.

Rykah started, going red when Will scattered, "you… ok?" he asked tentatively.

Will closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I-I don’t like my hair being touched. Sor-sorry.”

"Hey.." rykah took his hand.. "It's ok…"

Will shuddered. “Sorry.”

"You don't have to apologize…" said Rykah gently, now kneeling on the bed.

Will began to apologize again, by stopped himself.

"Will" Rykah carefully pulled him into a hug, making sure he could pull away if he wanted to.

“Ry, I’m sorry.” Will whispered, pulling away.

"There's nothing to be sorry about" said Rykah reassuringly, "I didn't know… and there's no way I could have… and you can't help not liking it…"

Will smiled weakly.

Rykah smiled softly glad that Will was smiling.

Will wasn’t even sure what to say, knowing that Rykah wouldn’t like it too much if Will told him why he didn’t like his hair being touched.

"Rykah scooted up beside Will flopping comfortably in Will's lap.

Will smiled down at him, a real smile this time.

Rykah grinned, wanting to kiss him again, but also not wanting to move.

Suddenly, there was a knock coming from somewhere. Will thought that it came from his door, but realized it wasn’t next to his head. He rolled his eyes, and hit the wall next to him, loud enough to make a noise.

Rykah looked at him, puzzled.

“My sister.” Will said, like that clarified everything. Two rapid knocks came, followed by a third slower one.

"A code?" asked Rykah, noting the order of the knocks…

“She’s telling me to get in there. Apparently she needs help.” Will said, rolling his eyes.

Rykah reluctantly rolled off him, "I guess you'd better go then…" said Rykah,

“She’s fine. She wants help deciding her outfit.”