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Cam had been out since he was fourteen years old and even then he'd never had much in the way of a personal struggle for acceptance. He'd just known it as a fact and it wasn't his issue how the people around him dealt with it â which meant he occasionally needed to be reminded that it wasn't so simple for everyone. Especially Greg, who'd been blindsided by the whole thing when he'd first confessed his feelings. "Sorry, I'm doing it again," he let out an apologetic laugh, referring to the way he tended to move as if they were on the same level. "The whole pride parade thing has never been my vibe either but I get it and I want it for the people who need it, you know? I'm just... I'm happy." Again, without any tricks this time, he slipped his hand into Greg's so they could head back to the bar. "How can I help with the figuring out?"
"I know. And I'm happy it's here. Everyone deserves to feel happy and safe when they're showing the rest of the world who they are." It just made him realize that when it came down to it he wasn't really sure of who he was. He trailed behind Cam without hesitation, taking a seat at the bar once they were close enough. "You can't solve all my problems for me, Claymore. Sometimes I have to do things on my own, and this is definitely gonna be one of those times. All I need is for you to be patient with me. And maybe to smack me out of it if I start zoning out in public again."
Cam gave Greg's hair a quick tug for teasing him about talking in third person, never above a childish tactic. Then it was back to business when it came to reassuring him about the whole situation. "I'm not babysitting," he grinned, amused by the way he never quite seemed to get it, "I'm making sure no one swoops in on my man." If he let himself think about it too hard he'd start getting overprotective about the way Greg's self esteem was always fighting against him, but he was right, they were supposed to be having fun. "If you're not into it, you're not into it. The whole point is that you get to be whatever you want, no judgement. If you'd rather go home and hit up netflix my only request is that we have one more drink first. I'm not quite done showing you off."
"That's not possible." The idea of anyone trying to make a move on him had went right over Greg's head. He knew he was decent enough to look at, but he wasn't exactly giving the vibe that he was single and ready to mingle. He wasn't sure what vibe he had aside from unsure. People were attracted to confidence and that was the last thing he giving off at the moment. "I'm not not into it. I'm just still working on it. Or on myself I guess. I'm still trying to figure out who I want to be and how I need to get there. Honestly, I think I'm just getting into my own head about everything so I'm ready for the drink. Or ten. You seem like you're having fun."
"Have you been studying mermaid lore or is this a long standing hobby I didn't know about?" Everyone knew Cam was more perceptive of Greg than anything else in the world, and that night was no different. It was a moment for him too, being at a very public pride party with the guy he'd been in love with since they were kids. "To be honest I couldn't tell you who's influencing who there," he grinned wickedly, brushing a glittery hand through Greg's hair as an excuse to pull him closer again. "They're your sheets too and anyway, this is all a problem for tomorrow Cam. Right now Cam is busy. Let me know if you need a time out, okay? I know it's a lot in here."
"I read sometimes." Greg groaned dramatically when Cam ran his fingers through his hair but the softness in his gaze made it clear it wasn't something he was actually upset about. "They're your sheets until you clean them. But that's a problem for future Cam. Do you think right now Cam is going to keep talking in third person? Because if he is current Greg might need another drink. I'm fine. You definitely don't need to babysit me all night when you should be having fun. I'm just... I'm taking it all in."
"Sounds like propaganda." Cam chuckled, attention drawn to where someone had smeared a hand covered in glitter down his shoulder on their way past. Other than that he was in his standard uniform of jeans and a tank, but his shoes were relatively new so he considered it his 'going out' outfit. "Like how they made Shrek into the bad guy when all he wanted was some peace and quiet." While he couldn't have cared any less about dressing for the occasion he caught the way Greg was plucking at his pants and discreetly moved into action to steal his hand, pulling at him to try and rub off some of the glitter. "Here, if I'm gonna have this shit on me for life I'm bringing you down with me."
"The mermaid was the villain in that too. Remember how quickly she tried to swoop in on Shrek when he was on the beach?" It wasn't so much the outfits as it was that this was the first Pride event he'd ever been a part of as something more than a supporter. He was overthinking it. Thankfully being around Cam was the one sure way he knew that ended with him focusing on something else. Greg opened his hand, instinctively ready to intertwine his fingers with Cam's until he felt the grit of the glitter. "I expected this from Trevor but not from you. You realize you're just making this worse for yourself, right? Because this stuff? Never coming out of your sheets."

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'I don't think I've ever read anything where the mermaid is the hero of the story." Greg picked at the fabric of his pants, knowing he was underdressed without anyone having to say it to him. "Movies too if you think about it. There was Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean and the sirens are supposed to be responsible for the Bermuda Triangle. And they tried to drown Wendy in Peter Pan." @camdenclaymore
"Who cares if you look weak?" The answer was right in front of him, but it didn't fully sink in until Cam said it out loud. It was about Ace and the gang. No matter how hard Greg tried to ignore that aspect of his life, there was no denying that as time went on it only seemed to grow. Maybe at one point Cam had tried fighting off the Claymore label and the stereotypes that came with it but they weren't there anymore. He was different, and it took seeing him in action for Greg to finally realize that. "I'm not laughing either. You know I would do the same thing for you in a heartbeat. We protect each other." He turned his hand, not hesitating to intertwine his fingers with Cam's once he reached for him. "I'm not mad at you. I just-" Greg stopped, not knowing how to finish the thought out loud. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his feelings, but Greg hadn't had to put an effort into filtering his thoughts around his best friend in years. "I don't think I've ever seen Cam the Joker, Ace Claymore's little brother and the prince of the greasers or lost boys or whatever the fuck you guys are calling yourselves now. I've only ever seen you." He shrugged one of his shoulders, unsure if there was a better way to explain it all. When he thought of Cam he pictured the kid who'd helped him study, and the one who'd had so many backyard camping trips he'd lost count. He saw the guy who welcomed him back with open arms after he'd disappeared when things were bad. "It was just weird. Are you- should I be worried?" Greg's brow furrowed as he raised his free hand to rest against the side of Cam's neck. "I know that probably sounds hypocritical considering I've actually shot at someone for you but... I just want to make sure you're okay."
"I care because I'm scared of what happens if these people think they can use me to get to Ace. And these aren't even the worst of them. And-and you, I can't..." It wasn't often that Cam was unsure of what to say, but all he could offer Greg in that moment was a shrug in the hopes he didn't have to explain how much he wanted to keep him out of harm's way. It was so simple, everything boiled down to protecting each other.
When Greg paused he was ready for it to be one of those moments they pushed it all under the rug and carried on as if nothing had happened. They'd done it a lot, just accepted that things were the way they were and left it alone. It was nice though, actually hearing Greg's thoughts this time around. "Don't call me that," he scoffed a laugh at him calling him a prince, but quickly sobered because it wasn't exactly a laughing matter. "I just... I got tired of fighting it. I had a lifetime of Ace fucking with me and the option to stop it handed to me on a silver platter. So I had to trade some morals for the respect... Not proud of it but nothin's ever free." He'd been avoiding looking Greg in the eye until he'd felt his touch on his neck which made him look up. "Hottest thing you ever did," he smirked, thinking back to that day in the woods. "I'm still me, I swear. What happened back there... that wasn't... I was scared. I'm not running the streets doing that shit when I'm not with you, I promise. I mean, there have been fights but nothing that serious. Mostly I just use my knife to open the mail."
Greg ran his thumb along the side of Cam's neck as he listened. As much as he disliked the situation, he understood it, though it was still something he found himself struggling to accept. "It's true." He dipped his head just enough so they were at eye level with each other. "It freaks me out. I remember how against this you all were for so long. It wasn't what you wanted- it definitely wasn't who you wanted to be. And now that you're okay with it I don't know if I should be relieved that you feel better, angry that you were forced into it, or working on some plot to try and get you away from it before something else changes. I don't want you to change because it's easier or other people make you. I want you to change because it's something you want and I... I guess I just worry about what happens if we both change too much." It was the first time he'd admitted it out loud, but saying it felt like he finally rolled a giant weight off his chest. What if they turned into different people? Even worse, what happened if those people turned out to be the type who didn't even like each other all that much? Greg knew he was overthinking it, but it was something that had crossed his mind more than once. "Do you ever worry about that?"
If Greg had learned one thing about spending an extended period of time around the lost boys it was that sometimes not offering up a reaction was the best choice he could make. Normally he did a great job at it. He could easily let most insults roll off his shoulders considering most of his friends talked shit as if it were their second language. He'd heard it from the lost boys before Cam seemed to take off in their ranks, to Trevor when he'd accidentally locked Miguel outside in the rain, reminding him again that he was a terrible uncle. And while the roughhousing wasn't his favorite thing to deal with he'd learned to accept it. He'd done a decent job of tuning Cam's friend out altogether until the blade came into play, but before he could even attempt to focus on something else in hopes that the other boy would get bored Cam reacted. And when Cam reacted, Greg felt himself tensing instinctively.
He couldn't blame him for being defensive. He'd probably done worse by pointing a loaded gun at his brother with every intention of firing it. But something about the blade felt more personal. It was a side of Cam he hadn't seen in... ever, if it memory was correct. They'd protected each other, sure, but they normally avoided first if that was an option. Instead of avoiding Cam seemed confident enough to face their problems head on. It wasn't shocking that he seemed to have complete control over the situation within a matter of seconds but- well maybe he was surprised. Surprised and confused and unsure if he should be turned on by how quickly Cam jumped to his defense or scared of the fact that he was finally seeing the man he'd turned into as a result of his brother. "Wh- I'm fine. Everything is fine." He nodded quickly, running his free hand over his chest as if it solidified what he was saying. "Are you? I mean- I think he was just messing around."
Cam didn't take pride in unearthing the side of himself he'd spent his whole life trying to prove he wasn'tâ the Claymore that people mentioned with distaste and apprehension, that Sid and Ace and his father had perpetuated before him. Greg was the last hope really, that maybe he could be seen as more than that. Pressing a knife to someone's throat was hardly going to help though, and he hated how invigorated he felt as they were walking away. Maybe it was some sort of fucked up karmic retribution for never going through an identity crisis when he realised he was gay; now he was trying to figure out if he was morally corrupt beyond salvation.
"He was trying to make me look weak," he mumbled, hating that he was saying any of it out loud. "Which would reflect on Ace and undermine... gang politics doesn't fucking matter, you think I like seeing some punk bitch pulling a blade on you? Maybe he was just messing around but I'm not laughing. Not when it comes to you." It was like the farther away from everyone they got the more his armour fell, until he let himself stop and reach for Greg's hand, needing the reassurance that he hadn't screwed up. "I get it if you're mad at me."
"Who cares if you look weak?" The answer was right in front of him, but it didn't fully sink in until Cam said it out loud. It was about Ace and the gang. No matter how hard Greg tried to ignore that aspect of his life, there was no denying that as time went on it only seemed to grow. Maybe at one point Cam had tried fighting off the Claymore label and the stereotypes that came with it but they weren't there anymore. He was different, and it took seeing him in action for Greg to finally realize that. "I'm not laughing either. You know I would do the same thing for you in a heartbeat. We protect each other." He turned his hand, not hesitating to intertwine his fingers with Cam's once he reached for him. "I'm not mad at you. I just-" Greg stopped, not knowing how to finish the thought out loud. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his feelings, but Greg hadn't had to put an effort into filtering his thoughts around his best friend in years. "I don't think I've ever seen Cam the Joker, Ace Claymore's little brother and the prince of the greasers or lost boys or whatever the fuck you guys are calling yourselves now. I've only ever seen you." He shrugged one of his shoulders, unsure if there was a better way to explain it all. When he thought of Cam he pictured the kid who'd helped him study, and the one who'd had so many backyard camping trips he'd lost count. He saw the guy who welcomed him back with open arms after he'd disappeared when things were bad. "It was just weird. Are you- should I be worried?" Greg's brow furrowed as he raised his free hand to rest against the side of Cam's neck. "I know that probably sounds hypocritical considering I've actually shot at someone for you but... I just want to make sure you're okay."
Cam had always drawn a line between what he'd deemed his 'real life' and his greaser one but the more time went on the harder it was to deny that they were now very nearly one and the same. It wasn't fair to keep an entire half of himself locked off from Greg, though he couldn't lie and say he wasn't afraid of disappointing his boyfriend. For the most part it was fine, being down at the tracks, even if people kept making stupid quips because Greg was a square by their standards. He was always prepared for that, firing back his fair share of sarcastic barbs as a friendly warning for them not to get too comfortable. It was all good natured, Cam wasn't called the Joker for nothingâ which he supposed extended to the switch that flipped in him when one of Ace's errand boys with delusions of grandeur took it too far.
It was a test, everything was always a test, the boys at the bottom of the ladder constantly looking for a weak link to exploit. That was how Ace had risen in the ranks, which had probably only served as inspiration. One thing that was consistent about Cam though was that he never failed a test so the second the other guy's blade came out, fucking around with it to try and scare Greg, he was out of his seat with his own blade to his throat. Fighting was something he avoided if he could, and in the eternal pissing contest that was the gang the smartest option was to always go bigger than the other guy.
"How funny you think you're gonna be when I cut your fucking tongue out? Hm? Say some stupid shit to my man one more time." Not that he would, that was Polo's lane, but again, he had to out crazy everyone else if he was going to maintain any respect. Two-Bit had taught him that much. "Put it away and get the fuck outta here. I see you even look at us again..." With his point made, he shoved the other guy off and turned back to Greg, not saying a word until they were well enough away that everyone's attention had dissipated. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I thought everyone was smart enough to be too scared of Ace to fuck with us. You wanna go?" @lachancegreg
If Greg had learned one thing about spending an extended period of time around the lost boys it was that sometimes not offering up a reaction was the best choice he could make. Normally he did a great job at it. He could easily let most insults roll off his shoulders considering most of his friends talked shit as if it were their second language. He'd heard it from the lost boys before Cam seemed to take off in their ranks, to Trevor when he'd accidentally locked Miguel outside in the rain, reminding him again that he was a terrible uncle. And while the roughhousing wasn't his favorite thing to deal with he'd learned to accept it. He'd done a decent job of tuning Cam's friend out altogether until the blade came into play, but before he could even attempt to focus on something else in hopes that the other boy would get bored Cam reacted. And when Cam reacted, Greg felt himself tensing instinctively.
He couldn't blame him for being defensive. He'd probably done worse by pointing a loaded gun at his brother with every intention of firing it. But something about the blade felt more personal. It was a side of Cam he hadn't seen in... ever, if it memory was correct. They'd protected each other, sure, but they normally avoided first if that was an option. Instead of avoiding Cam seemed confident enough to face their problems head on. It wasn't shocking that he seemed to have complete control over the situation within a matter of seconds but- well maybe he was surprised. Surprised and confused and unsure if he should be turned on by how quickly Cam jumped to his defense or scared of the fact that he was finally seeing the man he'd turned into as a result of his brother. "Wh- I'm fine. Everything is fine." He nodded quickly, running his free hand over his chest as if it solidified what he was saying. "Are you? I mean- I think he was just messing around."
No matter how much Jamie tried to enjoy being outdoors he still couldn't handle the heat. It was like he wasn't built for the sun and his body wanted to reject the warmth. He let out a sigh unsure what to do. He was already in a tshirt, how much cooler could he get? " This weather is an actual nightmare. I have no idea what to do other than just go inside and not come out till October. "
"Spoken like a man who has no roommates." Greg sighed wistfully. As much as he loved his friends there were times when he wished he had a bit more alone time. Or at least time that he didn't have to worry about Miguel eating his shoes if he left his bedroom door open while he showered. "I think we're halfway there if it helps. Or at least I think we are. It's hard to imagine it getting any worse than this."

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âIf anything it was trying not to be obvious. Which, yeah, still stupid now that I know how it ends. We werenât ready though.â The past was the past, and yeah, maybe they could have ended up together sooner if heâd been honest from the jump but he also wouldnât have considered himself ready for it. Not in the way he was now, with no fear, only comfort. âGood, âcause Iâd throw your ass in,â he was still sitting up, and gave Gregâs knees a push for good measure. It was the kind of affirmation he needed though, to know he was doing something right. âI am happy,â he agreed after a pause for thought. Nothing was as heâd expected but it seemed like heâd finally found the balance between who he was in the gang, and out of it. Seemed like Dev was right when he said cutting his hair had been transformative. âAnd what does more look like for you, and us?â Intrigued, Cam turned away from the water, listening intently. âSo I know weâre aiming in the same direction. Gonna be honest I donât really think ahead. All I know is I want to be near you. World feels less crazy.â
âSo you totally canât blame me for the fact that it worked. I still think everyone knew but me.â Gregâs smile softened as he sat up on his elbow and raised his hand to hold Camâs jaw, easily guiding the other boyâs mouth to his own. Heâd never wanted to change the world or have a huge impact on everyone around him, but he had wanted to make Cam happy since the day theyâd met. That was one of the major goals heâd set for himself even before he knew about his feelings, because there was no doubt in Gregâs mind that they were in it for the long run. âNot possible.â He ran his thumb along Camâs cheek casually as he thought. âIâm not sure yet. Not completely. But I know youâll be a hotshot lawyer and Iâll be your trophy husband eventually. For now... I donât know, I was thinking we could maybe merge rooms. Not that going into yours in the middle of the night isnât working for me. I just think it would be cool for us to have a place thatâs ours, especially if it has a working lock.â
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âYou think I ever did anything I didnât want to?â Cam questioned with a raise of his brow. It was all there in the unspoken: when it came to Greg he wanted to, no matter what, he always had. Sure, he wasnât going to be buying out entire restaurants for candlelit dinners or showering him in priceless gifts or whatever other pompous nonsense the North siders did to show off, but everything he did do was genuine at least. So, snacks and beers in hand he found them a spot at the end of a jetty at the lake. It wasnât often that they got to be properly alone, and truly they could have sat there in silence for hours if they wanted to but Cam was a little drunk, which made him a little chatty. âIâm not saying I donât think Iâm good enough for you. Not another person on this planet better for you than me, put that on the fuckinâ record. I like trying, I just wanna make you feel good. Makes me feel good.â
âNo. I donât think you would do that. Iâve just liked people before and done things I normally wouldnât have to try and get their attention. It was stupid, and pointless, but itâs happened. Wouldnât be surprised if we all did stuff like that, and I just hope you never felt like you had to do something like that for me.â Greg followed closely behind Cam, casually kicking off his shoes once they reached the dock so when they sat near the end he could let his feet dangle in the water. âGood, because then I would have to tell you that that big brain of yours isnât working right.â Greg raised a hand, tapping the side of Camâs head playfully before he laid back along the dock. âIâm not gonna sit here and say that I donât think I deserve you because thatâs getting way to close to âno I love you moreâ territory but I feel lucky to have you. And you do make me feel good. You used to be the only thing that ever made me really happy, you know? Sort of felt like I was just waiting for you to come back around. But watching you the past year, and seeing how much youâve grown and how happy you are... it makes me wanna aim for more. For myself and for both of us.â
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Cam laughed under his breath at being called a tough guyâ he understood where he was coming from, but simultaneously he never felt so vulnerable as he did with Greg. âMm, you should feel powerful. Youâve always been the one in charge here,â he wagged his finger between them, wondering if heâd just been good at hiding it or if Greg was simply so unassuming that he hadnât noticed. âRight now? However long it took us to walk here,â he shrugged, snaking his hand up around his wrist. Generally speaking he wasnât a particularly touchy person but he couldnât help it when Greg was involved. He knew he wasnât being asked about a half drunk trip to a convenience store in the middle of the night though, and relented quietly. âSince the best I could do was steal a couple beers off my old man and throw rocks at your window, I guess. Iâm not a fancy guy, I just wanna do stuff that makes you happy.â
âThatâs news to me.â It was an odd thought. For so much of his life heâd felt like he was in a tailspin that it was hard to imagine heâd ever held power over anyone or anything. âI promise not to have too much fun with it. With great power comes great responsibility, you know?â The minute heâd become aware of Camâs feelings heâd made an effort to handle the situation carefully. He wouldnât risk losing his best friend if he could help it, and as far as he could tell he could help it. But the longer things went on between them the more obvious it became that things werenât one sided anymore. Cam mightâve handed him his heart but Greg had slowly given him his right back. âYou donât have to work to make me happy, Claymore. You do that just by being here. But I wouldnât have said no to sitting on your old manâs roof and drinking. I donât think Iâve ever said no to you about anything. Unless it involved Trevor or one of his ideas, but in my defense I was trying to look out for you.â
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âThe top shelf? Donât tease me,â Camâs head fell back with a sigh, as if that were the the most enticing thing Greg could do. Which, well, yeah, it was up there alongside the way he smiled when he was tired and how he looked at him when the thought he wasnât paying attention. Needless to say, Cam wasnât difficult to impress. âNo. I mean, yeah, but theyâre mutually exclusive. I just never thought about it because weâre always doing stuff together anyway so weâre basically on a perpetual dateââ he reached out and ruffled Gregâs hair affectionately, âJust let me be corny, fuck. Ainât a thing in the world Iâm more sure about than you.â
âHey, Iâm all for it.â Greg raised his hands innocently. âWatching you try is actually really working for me. You can come off as such a tough guy sometimes, so I like knowing I can get under your skin. Makes me feel powerful. Guess I shouldnât be surprised though. Youâve always been the person who made me feel like I actually matter.â He admitted, shifting his hand forward to snag the front of Camâs shirt playfully. âBut tell me more about this date. How long have you been thinking about this?â
âAnyone ever told you that the harsh fluorescence of a convenience store in the middle of the night really brings out your eyes?â Cam was being a shithead of course, happily buzzed after leaving the party with Greg. It felt nice, being carefree for once, and he was obviously trying to prolong the moment by suggesting they walk home instead of catching an uber. âFigured we could get some snacks to go with this,â he raised the bottle of whatever it was heâd scooped up on the way out, inspired by his brother. âMidnight picnic. Like a- like a date. Very romantic.â @lachancegregâ
âI mightâve heard it once or twice. Usually from my grandmaâs friends, but it still counts. And if you think thatâs dreamy you should see me grab something off the top shelf.â Greg sighed playfully as he ran his fingers along the shelves of candy. âAre you trying to get me drunk here Claymore? I donât have to drink to go on a date with you. Just saying.â

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âDick eating alligators sounds like the porn version of Lake Placid. I mean, itâs right there. Lake Flaccid. You think Iâve been hanging out with Trevor too much?â Cam questioned with a hearty laugh, probably about as easygoing as heâd felt in months. That Greg paid attention to him wasnât a new concept, it was the same in reverse as well after all. How many times had he been there on the nights Greg couldnât sleep after his brother had died? How often did Greg bring him back from the brink on days where he wanted nothing more than to burn the world down around him because of his father, because of Ace? âOnly thing thatâs ever scared me is you,â he admitted, considering the years he had loved him in silence, afraid of rocking the boat and losing him altogether. âMm, sources have told me weâve never been subtle.â He leaned into Gregâs touch, clearly his safe place in the way his posture eased, and scrunched his hand in the hem of his shirt to bring him closer. âGonna be honest though, I think Iâm still holding back outta habit. You couldnât handle it if I was on full tilt.â
âI would be more surprised if you werenât. But if Iâm starring in a porn I want to come up with my own name, and itâs not involving anything biting any dicks off. Iâll save that for the people who are actually making money off their videos.â The corners of his mouth quirked up involuntarily. âThen you should be fearless right about now. You got me right where you want me.â It wasnât the way heâd thought things would turn out between them but Greg couldnât imagine it turning out any other way. Being with Cam was the most natural thing in the world. It always had been. The only thing that had ever stood in the way in the past was the fact that Greg hadnât really considered any other options other than friendship until Cam had brought it up. âI can handle you any day any way Claymore. But if you want to take your time building up to more itâs not like Iâm going anywhere. I have years to watch you turn into lawyer you.âÂ
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âCouldâve been an alligator,â Cam pointed out, though he was swiftly distracted from his teasing by the way Greg pulled his hair. ââcourse it counts. Dunno about the blossoming thing though. Sounds like you might just have a crush on me.â Despite his initial joke about it, Cam digested the comment a little longer, allowing himself to get shy about it, and brought his hand up to take one of Gregâs and play with his fingers. âI like it when you say stuff like that. Reminds me that no oneâs ever seen me, not like you do.â
âThen you wouldnât have had to worry about me passing out because I wouldâve been dead. Having your dick bit off by an alligator wouldâve at least made for a cool story though.â Greg shrugged his shoulders. âMaybe thatâs because you donât pay attention to yourself as much as I do. I mean, the crush might help a little, but I was watching you before I even knew that was there so I donât think Iâm biased. Much. Iâve just seen how much youâve grown. And youâve just gone after everything that you wanted and made it happen without letting excuses or any of the other bullshit get in your way.â Greg gave Camâs hair a finally tug before lowing his free hand to rest against the side of his neck. âSucks for them. Besides, thatâs what Iâm here for. My main job in this friend group has always been to hype you up and to push Trevor off the tracks when he gets stupid brave. Now that weâre together I just get to be a little bit more obvious about being your biggest fan, not that I was ever hiding it before.â