He sat down next to him and talked about usual stuff: university, work, etc. superficial stuff for him because he had something else in his mind. He leant his head while listening to his friend talk. He looked at his eyes as he always did. He also looked at his hands, he loved them. The, he felt a desire of caressing his cheek and kiss him on the lips. However, as it happened everyday, it didn't happen.
They both got off the bus and hugged to say goodbye. It was the closest he could be to him even though he would have liked to be even closer. He felt the desire of kissing him again, but he knew he couldn't, he couldn't force him to be someone he wasn't. After sharing goodbyes he went back home to wait for the next day for that story to repeat again.