it's all lovely, everything taylor's written lyrics about. he's scrawled lines for boy with sharp eyes and sharper cheekbones, drowning him in attention, light hair catching moonlight. their only disadvantage is comfort - nico isn't something unattainable, distant figure. he isn't someone taylor can romanticise without shame, someone taylor can wonder wistfully about. he's just...nico, charming and tender but awfully familiar and it's easier to fall in love with what's not there.
but still, he leans in. not just that, taylor takes nico's hand in his. it's giddying, all this intimacy, and taylor loves the oneness of their experience, of how it's just them for miles and nobody else. he lets his laughter ring wild and free, eyes catching nico's. "with a girl," he hums, coiling his ankle around nico's absently. "my breath tasted of onion rings and my watch got caught in her hair." he pauses, licks his lips. "my first one with a boy though...i barely remember it."