imagine the progression of that boyfriend arm though?? one day they’re in public and even reaches out to touch isak’s shoulder. it’s nothing drastic, nothing that can be interpreted as more than platonic, but even’s hand lingers there a minute more than necessary, trails to the back of isak’s neck so he can stroke the skin there. isak can’t do much more than melt into his touch.
the next time, it’s in front of the boys. they’re all pre-gaming together for a bakka party. even’s a little nervous because he hasn’t seen his friends in a while, but he knows he can do it with isak at his side. besides, the rest of these boys are probably ready to fight anyone for him, and shit, he’s kind of forgotten what it feels like to have a group of friends he can depend on for anything in the world. isak sees how he’s tapping his foot nervously against the floor, his fingers drumming on the table, and this time, it’s isak who leans into even first. “baby, you’ll be fine. they’ll love you. and if not, i love you, and that’s all that matters anyway, obviously, because i’m the most important.” even’s eyes go soft, and he whispers “yeah” and of course he has to wrap his arm around isak’s shoulders then. there isn’t a single universe where even would be able to stop himself from touching isak, from pulling him closer, after he says something like that.
the first time he does it in public, isak’s jittery. they’re on their way to meet isak’s parents, and there’s a difference between his mom telling him she’ll love him unconditionally and her actually meeting his new boyfriend. he’s been fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, and his breathing has grown more ragged with every minute they step closer to isak’s old place. even reminds him to breathe, tells him, “you have no obligation to make nice with them if you don’t want to. you have a new family now, which doesn’t make up for your parents, but we’ll be here for you through the good and the bad.” isak’s verging on tears now honestly because he’s so overwhelmed, so even wraps an arm around his shoulders and presses a kiss to his forehead. soft and sweet, just like isak.