He could buy her a drink every now and then. He could touch her shoulder gently. He could push her around even, knowing she wouldn't mind, knowing she would probably push back. He could call her names but be genuine when he needed, sweet even. He could sympathize with her. He could lend an ear when she had a bad day, he could give advice. He could say what was wrong with the guys she was dating, he could listen to their praises. He could even hang out with them in a group setting. He could talk. He could say things. He liked her so much, one day he could even tell her.
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