He did the same thing everytime Johnson walked by him, his whole body lighting on fire... starting from his head to his toes, making his face blend in perfectly with his hair in a blush.
He hated feeling this way.
He hated looking at his toes and playing with his glasses everytime the taller man spoke to him. He knew he was making it as plain as day, he was always horrible at hiding things. His partner even questioned him once or twice, asking what was on his mind. He would laugh nervously and make up some story to distract the zombie from his worrying... and distract him from the redheads stupid stutters and blushing.
Not to mention it was getting harder and harder to hide everyday. It used to happen every once in a great while, when Jacob would flash him a small smile everytime they figured out something in a case, but now it was all the time. It would happen when he was eating his home cooked breakfast, talking about what he had planned for the day.. not daring to look his partner in the eyes, because he KNEW what was coming. The older man was silent for most of Hanna's constant talking, but as soon as the boy stopped to shovel some eggs in his mouth, he spoke, asking what Hanna planned to do after work... his voice so rich and warm, sending chills up the redheads spine, making his brain tingle and his heart just melt...
oh, shit.
Next thing he knew he was blushing up a storm, he could just feel his face overheat. He would stare down at his toes and mumble a jumbled together answer, trying his very best to keep his face hidden under his hair. But of course James figured it out faster then Hanna coud hide it.
"Hanna, is something wrong?"
God, that voice. It was getting worse and worse, everytime he spoke, stared, smiled, touched... it just wasn't fair! and it seemed to be a normal morning for him now, forcing himself to answer all of his partner's concerned questions and make it look like nothing was wrong at all.
But there was something wrong, he was just as lovesick and stupid as he was the moment the older man first smiled at him. Only it was getting worse, and Hanna hated looking like such a fool in front of him. He wondered if he hadn't already uncovered his secret plain as fucking day feelings for the dead man he now lived with.
Jesus Christ, why couldn't he keep it to himself? why couldn't he act like a mature 24 year old and choke it down long enough to at least talk to Andrew like a normal person?
Because he wasn't a mature 24 year old or a normal person. As far as he was concerned there was nothing normal or mature about him.
Which was why he knew his partner would never feel the same.
But that didn't stop the blushes and shudders everytime he brushed against that green skin, or locked gazes with those glowing, soft, calm golden eyes. Next thing he knew his gaze was traveling down the zombies, drinking in his soft lips and gentle hands... his tucked in shirt, and his hips, arms, legs, chest...
dammit, just about everything about him was worth staring at. And being able to steal a secret glance was enough to make the redheads heart just melt in his chest like pudding.
And his new found love interest had no idea.
He was just so zen about everything, walking about without a clue he was loved more then anything in the world by a nerdy 24 year old who had no idea whats so ever about love.
Hell, he didn't even know the word could affect one so badly until he walked through his front door.
But life was full of surprises when you were Hanna Falk Cross, wasn't it?
Who was he kidding, there was no way around it.
Hanna was hopelessly in love with his undead partner in paranomal investigating.