It was weird, being here, in the super nice house of the guy that Tyler spent a significant portion of his time antagonizing. But as far as Jesus could tell, Alexander Yao was such a good person it was almost annoying. Not that Jesus would complain; Alex was the reason he had someone safe to stay, even if he’d only come for Sugar’s sake. Still, a little part of being here hurt, because he’d begun to put together pieces in his head that fit together pretty well to the conclusion that if Tyler and Alex weren’t an item, they were dancing around the fact that they were gonna become one.Â
Which. Sucked. But Jesus got it. That kind of anxiety only made his regular insomnia even worse though, so here he was at 3am making coffee because he couldn’t fall asleep but he wasn’t full awake enough to be productive either. He’d also pulled up a new recipe for poppyseed loaf on his phone and was raiding Alex’s cabinets.
“What kind of richie rich doesn’t have poppyseeds?” he muttered to himself in Spanish, still blinking away sleep. Then he turned and caught sight of his host, shirtless of all things, and paused. “You got poppyseeds anywhere in this labyrinth?”Â
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