He is. Mhmm, apparently I'm too stuffy- which really is because everyone else around me is too crazy and someone needs to be the responsible one, and someone shouldn't be breaking the rules every few seconds, and- um. Sorry, I'm rambling- that isn't intended for you, or anyone really.
Well- well, um. Okay, I wrote about the first time we met, and how I thought your name is absolutely brill, and so much cooler than mine- I think I may have mentioned how I wished my uncle named me- and, um, about the fight afterward- sorry about that, I don't think I've ever apologised. And, um, I wrote that you get a bit of stubble sometimes, and it made my skin red when we, um, kissed, but I didn't mind it at all. And I wrote that you've a light smattering of freckles right on the bridge of your nose, and that I wanted to find out where else you had them, map them out, like constellations, and, um, study and memorise them like I would in class. And- and, that's it. Um, yes.
I just thought it would've been really funreally nice, um, cool to hang out somewhere other than this boring old dressing room.