At first it was the little things. Like the way he got nervous talking to girls, but never to you. Or the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he loved. You couldn't help but hope that he talked about you when you weren't around, and that when he did, his eyes lit up like they did when he talked about his Stark internship. And of course, there was the way he would look at you and laugh when you taught him new fingerings in band. "Like this?" He'd say, and you'd laugh and correct him. When he smiled, his eyes crinkled at the edges, and your heart exploded into a million tiny pieces.