[it isn't realistic sadly, but bash would spend every second with her he possibly can. it's a big, big reason why it's hard to focus on studying, because he just wants to be with her. he smiles wider, kissing down her neck when he feels her laugh across his cheek like that. his hand slides up her side and then around her back
as her fingers curl into his hair and his whole body presses up against her own, arches up into her own.
he looks up at her, nodding in answer. still fighting. then he shrugs before he points at himself.]
Me. About what's wrong with me and what to do about me.