Being with Pippa was easy. They fell into step naturally on the first day they met, and the friendship unfolded past that was expected and mutual. Rarely were people just as receptive as he was in friendships; not that he always knew that, as he could oftentimes be blind to the fact that he was clingy and not all people were okay with that, but thus far he'd encountered no hiccups with Pippa. She seemed to return his desire to hang out just as eagerly, and often she was the one inviting him places.
As such he'd just started to show up unannounced to the bed and breakfast. Sometimes, anyway-- every now and then he'd remind himself of boundaries, as he knew he couldn't annoy her all the time. There was still an inherent fear of her getting sick of him and moving on after a while; it'd happened in past friendships, particularly those from childhood, and he knew all too well that people changed every day and he wasn't the sort of person to change with them. He'd only learned this through experience and careful observation, as these sorts of formalities didn't come naturally to him. When he told himself to stay away from people it was a conscious decision-- it was made out of respect for the other person rather than a need to be alone.
Not that he necessarily minded being alone, either. He was such a strange mixture of dependent and independent that it was hard to define him one way or the other. He was independent in the sense that he didn't need just anyone's approval; he was perfectly fine being who he was, and rarely did he have moments when he questioned that. He was independent in the sense that he didn't need constant entertainment, as he was perfectly fine with wasting away a Saturday night in front of the TV rather than going out in socializing. In fact he preferred it.
But he was dependent in that, when he did make a close friend, he was hard to shake. His love for a person was genuine and quick in that sense; while he wasn't terribly good at showing it all the time, it was evident in his constant desire to be around that person. It was evident in the way he just seemed to appear out of thin air, classic Raj stare in place, and oftentimes that was far too overwhelming for another person. As such he'd learned to tone it down over the years, and while he hadn't perfected the technique, he was at least navigating some healthy friendships. Like Pippa's, for instance.
There was something different about Pippa, though. The more he was around her the more he was aware of it; there was just something else with her that he didn't experience with his best friend, Josh. It was oddly domestic and pleasant and normal all at once, and while he hadn't quite placed what it was, he knew very well that she made him feel like he was genuinely wanted somewhere. Accepted. She made him feel normal, so to speak. So when she asked him to hang out it was always an easy decision-- yes-- though there might have been an eagerness to it that he didn't experience with others. Not that that showed on a surface level, no; from the outside he appeared to treat her the same as he did everyone else.
He didn't even pause at the door once he reached the bed and breakfast. Perhaps that disregard for formalities annoyed some, but he hardly noticed; besides, Pippa was expecting him. It took him all of five seconds to make it to the kitchen, where he stood off to the side, watching her quietly. He might have been a little too quiet, actually, as when he spoke next it broke the silence a little more abruptly than he anticipated. "What are we making today?"