dreamt about you nearly every night this week (how many secrets can you keep)
“You’re being kinda twitchier than normal,” Seb observes after, taking Chris’ cigarettes and lighting one up, ignoring the fact that they’ve both supposedly quit. Mackie has fucked off somewhere, all nudged shoulders and meaningful glances before he went, and Chris is pretty sure Seb’s been put up to this on purpose like maybe he and Mackie talked it over, decided which one of them was gonna bring it up.
“Are you sleeping with Mackie?” Chris asks, and Seb hesitates a moment too long.
It's not jealousy, Chris thinks later, mulling it over. It's— it's true, what he said: he doesn't swing that way, isn't jealous in a way that would mean he wants either of them for himself. It's just, he feels left out, is all. Lonesome on the edges, just like always.
