It almost felt like Nikolai's teasing had more weight to it. Ferran wrote it off as his own imagination running away with him. There was no use in putting implications on something when there were none.
I'd like that, Ferran responded, almost too quickly, nodding his head. After Nikolai placed his phone in his pocket, Ferran pulled his friend into a hug on an impulse. The reasons behind the move weren't entirely known to him, but it didn't seem odd. Friends could hug. He was careful not to smear any of the paint, though most of it was dry. Stepping back and instantly feeling the emptiness his impending departure, Ferran reached for the door knob. I'll see you later. He smiled again.