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“Hm?”

“Well— he’s been acting a bit odd, that’s all.”

Alex pauses in his mission to find a matching lid for the container of leftovers to turn towards George.

“I dunno, I think he’ll be fine once he’s let himself panic about how it’ll fuck up our lease or whatever. I mean, how would you feel if you walked in on me and him?” He turns back to their overflowing tupperware drawer, humming to himself.

George laughs, too loud. He can feel the flush creeping up his neck against his will; somehow, he thinks, he’s revealed far more than if he’d just kept his mouth shut and washed the dishes. He goes back to scrubbing the pan he was working on with more force than strictly necessary, tries to lose himself in the little burnt patch at the center instead of thoughts of—

The drawer slides shut with a click. Alex’s hum drops off as he drapes himself over George, hooking his chin on his shoulder.