He wasn't meant to find himself dreaming of the boy.
Wishing he woke up to his face each morning.
Longing for his appearance in the mess hall.
He wasn't meant to find himself staring at the boy for longer than what's considered normal.
Treating him as an equal instead of a fully fledged brat.
Letting small smiles slip every now and then at one of his antics.
He wasn't meant to make his feelings obvious to the mad scientist.
Admitting to her they were real.
Wishing he was his partner.