"Well, that's what I was thinking about," Zack replied, shrugging. Awwwwkward. "I mean, about our friendship, and how easy it is to just hang out with you. That kinda thing."

And how nice it was when they just sat around, holding hands and stuff. And how He maybe wanted to just sit around, holding hands and stuff more often.

"My memory's a little fuzzy," he added, after a moment spent trying not to blush too much. "What does the burgundy mean, again?"

He knew full well what the burgundy had meant.