barkey being like I Can Fix Him but its more like I Can Take Care Of Him So Good He Falls In Love With Me Instead Of His Shitty Ex (Which Itself Is Another Way Of Taking Care Of Him) *scrubs baseboards harder to indicate his suitability as a soft domtop* and then its playoff game 1 jdtz destiny goal and barks is like. all right this jamie fellow ain't going anywhere unless the kitchen shears start being able to clip magical red strings of fate. time to pivot. gives a little doggie sigh and resigns himself to trevor being OUR boyfriend
crucially he has not communicated this to anybody else, and trevor and jamie are NOT back together yet. all trevor notices is that barkey has started fixing his hair and making him swap outfits before going to jamies and all jamie notices is barkey giving him impatient, unimpressed looks. as if jamie is behind on a timeline he was unaware of.
eventually barkey realizes all over again that these are not real adults (which he thought he knew but he rediscovers this) and invites jamie over so denver and trevor roommate can wine and dine him. trevor oblivious, and the unobservant bimbo thing is devastatingly attractive.
barkey finishes setting the table, and then pops into the kitchen to undo an extra button on trevor's shirt (bringing it from risque-slutty to very-slutty) and goes to greet jamie at the door. denver gets halfway through his after dinner notecards before trevor gets his bearings enough to wrench this into a surprise threesome.
