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“You’re kind of terrible at this whole flattering people you know,” Sam smirked, rolling his eyes at the hot head. “Wow, so you’re not going to get me anything that’s even remotely good.” He sighed. “It’s fine I can get my own you just worry about yourself there mate,” he shrugged, moving from the line to one of the available seats as he waited for Johnny to end. Shooting his boyfriend a text he figured till Johnny would go to the audition to get what he wanted for himself and his partner.
“And here I thought you were my buddy, guess you can’t trust blondes anymore,” he teased, peering up from his phone.
“That’s because I’m the target of flattery,” he said with a flash of a grin, “not the flatterer. Please.” Not always true, of course, but Johnny did often make himself the center of attention. It had been a facade at first, but he’d been doing it for so long that it was more natural by then than whatever kind of person he’d been before the accident. Whatever kid had existed before the Human Torch had been out of the picture for a long time.
Johnny stepped up behind him and slung an arm around Sam’s shoulder. “Now that sounds like jealousy to me. Can’t help it that it’s not your color.”










