You're sitting on the couch in Rodrick's bedroom, the sky a fading blue-grey through the window and there was a buzz of traffic humming in the distance. Both of you have Monster cans in hand...yours is already half-empty and warm, but you don't care. Rodrick's sitting beside you, slouched like usual.

You idly snap off the tab on your can, putting it in your pocket with the intent of adding it to the little collection you've started.

"Still doing that?" Rodrick asks, smirking as he cracks open his own.

You nod. They had meanings depending on how they looked - fuck, kiss, hug; it was stupid but fun to collect. There's a beat of silence as he inspects his can tab. Then, with a casual flick, he snaps it off and tosses it toward you.

"Here," he says, holding it out. "Since you've never actually used one properly, here, I'll let you use this one."

You take it, then glance at it. Your face instantly goes warm.

"What does that one mean? We gotta hug? Hold hands? Whatever else?" he asks.